backwoods
i live in a place where quiet roams the streets
and birds are my alarm
windows open all night to a symphony of peepers
and the possibility of predator is
a four-legged shadow that almost never
crosses my path
while silence hides under rocks and slithers
away from the light
never quite reaching its destination
this is the anti-city
overpopulated only by mole and chipmunk
tunnel travelers who dig their own map
bending around rock and rising up
to find the jaws of hunger
or absolutely nothing
just bare sky hanging low
so close you can smell
the fragrance of stars
or feel the brush of a wingtip
on your shoulder
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.
April 16th, 2012 at 8:01 am
how DO you do this? writing a poem a day!
April 16th, 2012 at 10:23 am
“the fragrance of stars ” so that’s what that beautiful scent is, love it
April 16th, 2012 at 10:39 am
I enjoyed how you followed the tunneling animals to their destination, a terrible end or simply the sky. I live in the forest and this rang true. When we leave the windows open the foxes, bear, or elk usually wake us up before the birds. Happy day 16!
April 16th, 2012 at 1:41 pm
Once again I am transported with your words.
April 16th, 2012 at 1:49 pm
the anti city? love that. i live there with you.
in the farmland, with the birds who awaken happy and songfilled, with my windows open because i have no fear, of living here.
nice, Mrs. M.
in fondest, Tilda
April 16th, 2012 at 9:04 pm
“while silence hides under rocks and slithers
away from the light” oh my my my my – how i love that! once again – you take me away into a realm of wonderfulness.