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I see visions so real I can taste
them,
visions of forests, lush and green
stretching before me,
inviting me into their luxuriant
fold of soft, soft leaves,
fingers, a thousand, touching my
senses,
the instant recognition of
something old,
from a long forgotten time and
place,
just waiting for me to hear their
voice,
see their words, acknowledge what
I already know…
And tell their tale as only you can.
ReplyDeleteGirlfriend?...you really need to be published!! I'd be the first in line to buy your book!!
ReplyDeleteAs always, your writing transports me!
ReplyDeleteold knowledge is sometimes best
ReplyDeleteThere can be so many menaings to this beautiful poem, the jungle as in the real dense forest or the jungle of emotions in our heart......both give us peace.......
ReplyDeleteCreative expression so divine and knowing answers 'lie within the self.'
ReplyDeleteHappy Weekend,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
hello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay this forest of yores seems like it wood be a fun playse for a dog like me to run and play!!! ok bye
ReplyDeleteWhen I could fly in dreams, I would sail over the lush forests; but not so high up as to lose the detail.
ReplyDeleteA vision of things that were, and things that will be.... Lovely piece....
ReplyDeletepeace and love
1ManView
touching lines very capable of arousing nostalgia. Loved this poem :)
ReplyDeleteCreative poetry and great photo to match!
ReplyDeleteHappy Day to you,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)