Wood Land Walks – A Medley

Inspired by a post on Poesy Plus Polemics

In Shakespeare’s town, the U.S. flag flies on a house that Tom built.
Intricate wooden carvings of long-gone craftsmen adorn,
within and without, studded and standing the test of time.
A little dog greets those who care to take a closer look.

To Adlestrop, bombarded by wasps
A brief stop at the bus stop
Just time to read the poem within.

Then all at once I did espy
a treasure that would pass most by –
a beauty for the eye to behold –

Adjourn to forest
Crisp leaf carpet underfoot
Release of the hounds


Splash and drink from muddy waters
Play peekaboo from behind mossy trees
Was anyone around when this one fell?


We walked for miles, and yet,
despite forewarning in verse,
I did not heed what I should,
and was quickly swallowed by the mud.



It’s such a shame my whispered plea
Fell on deaf ears, too blind to see
You pushed me once; I held my ground
Then twice; I didn’t make a sound
The third time, I refused to fall
I wouldn’t let you take my all
The fourth time, I let loose the tether
The fifth, I pulled myself together
Sixth and seventh scored my mind
Cut deep, but then you fell behind
There was no eighth as I moved on
I found true love, your time was done
You begged for chances nine and ten
I didn’t slip; go back again
With dignity, small steps to start
I ventured on with open heart
Which told me of the way to follow
Where words would never ring as hollow
I trusted with bright, widened eyes
Let universal forces guide
They led me first to lush green fields
Where, one with nature, all my shields
We’re dropped as I lay in the grass
And watched as cotton clouds blew past
Seconds flew, yet time stood still
My soul had found its own free will
I danced under a third-full moon
Brought forth a guardian angel’s tune
Circular fifths in harmony
A sweet, seraphic melody
Next, to deepest forests, whence
Developing a keen sixth sense
I talked to trees and hugged them tight
Felt their warmth all through the night
Small woodland creatures joined me there
Seventh heaven, wisdom shared
Eighth and ninth days passed me by
As time once more, refused to fly
And by the tenth, the calm descended
All was clear; I had transcended

I can dream

I dreamt last night that I was a luddite;
that all my clicks were stiletto heels on parquet flooring,
leaving their mark like eager fingernail trails down your spine,
as we danced to our tune.

I dreamt last night of universal blackouts;
the only light from candle flames,
with reflections of the satellites and stars in our eyes
as we shared a celestial experience.

I dreamt last night that you and I put down our weapons of mass distraction;
took a moment to be in the moment.
Sat beneath the forest canopy and listened to the midnight choir
of bird and beast.

Awoke this morning to reality.
Alarmed by phone and tablet taunting.
Drawn to electronics that haunt like a disfigured crack whore who’s just found her spoon.
Number-crunching at first light.
Checking your score for
The knight was gone too soon.
Replaced by a backlit face.
Man becomes machine.

I dreamt last night that I was a luddite.
I clicked my fingers…
and I was gone.