
Forest Walk
By Kristine O’Connell George
I’m practicing my
I-belong-here
no-twig-snap
no-leaf-rustle
no-branch-crack
see-all, know-all
float-like-fog
like-smoke
pine-needle-soft
forest walk.
No one will know I’m coming.
No one will know when I’m gone.

I love forests and trees!!
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Me too Trini. 🙂
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🙂 🙂 !!
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I like the practice the I – belong great poem,great post,it’s what I need today
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Thanks Sheldon, hope you had a great day. 🙂
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I love the depth created by the brown bark and dark green grass. Reflects this line so well ‘see-all, know-all
float-like-fog’
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Thanks Lita. The top one was a sudden shot trying to catch the turkeys. 🙂
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There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth.” –Rumi
So beautiful post dear Maverick ❤
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A beautiful compliment, thank you Semra. ❤
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That Rumi quote, Semra and love the poem. You have to adopt a persona you forgot you even had to pull that off. So tender when you do.
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I agree with you especially about the Rumi quote, thank you. 🙂
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Ugh… that should say, “Love that quote, Semra…”
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This too. 😉
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I like roads/paths to who knows where.
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Usually the one less traveled. 🙂
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I belong there too! Beautiful!
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Yes, before the bugs wake up. 🙂 Thanks!
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