Emily Beck

Hello, Lonely Moose Of The Forest - Poem by Emily Beck

She sat on a broken tree.
Years ago fallen across a dried up river bed.
Now covered in green moss and yellow mushrooms.
The sound of each life was the sound of her own.
The branches behind her snapped
But she did not turn around.
It spoke in a deep voice, a noble tone;
'How can you be lonely?
You can see the soul of every creature
See the spirits that cross your path
Even feel the conscious of your kind'.
She only sat on that log,
Feet dangling over a reflection that couldn't possibly exist.
She felt the body of the voice move closer.
Felt the warmth of his skin, heard his heart beat.
Even counted the tempo of his breath.
'Why have you come here, lonely moose of the forest? '
He chuckled at the accusation,
'I am not lonely.'
She paused, and said;
'I can feel the sadness in your soul,
It rolls off you in sheets.
Your heart has crumpled into nothing more than wasted paper.
Your smile is tired.'
He should have walked away.
'You spend your time walking circles all day.
Each day you pass through that clearing.
Are you content with this repetition?
Following only your own hoof marks.'
He ruffled his fur and shook his head;
'But how can you be lonely? '
She turned, her wasted eyes walked across his graying face.
His massive antlers boasted years of servitude to an undying forest.
His head sat high on his shoulders.
The sun just above the treeline
Casting streaks of glowing colors across his fur.
Her mouth upturned in a tattered smile
Cocking her head sideways;
'I am not lonely, moose.'
Still smiling she turned back to the river bed.
He stood in the clearing for a long while.
The sun dipped below the trees.
She stood. Hesitating, and turned.
As she walked by him, his heartbeat became louder in her ears.
Soon she could hear his soul pleading a great many things.
As a thousand different tiny voices pounded her ear drums
And just as quickly faded away.
She stopped at the opening of the clearing;
'Don't worry Moose, I'll come back.
I'll always come back.'

Comments about Hello, Lonely Moose Of The Forest by Emily Beck

  • Rookie ..... W@king Up..... (4/25/2013 4:39:00 AM)

    I think this is a wonderful poem! It just tells us all that one can never be lonely-we have nature, and birds singing, and kookaburras laughing that make us want to laugh too. What I don't understand is why no one has set this as their favourite poem...so I will be the first to do that. Thanks for sharing your brilliant work, Emily :)

    -W (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 9,925 Points David Wood (4/20/2013 12:04:00 PM)

    I agree with Titi, vivid imagery I can almost fel I am there too. A good write. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Titi Dale (4/6/2013 5:41:00 PM)

    I love the imagery and philosophy in this poem! It's so beautiful and heartfelt...

    -Titi (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 158 Points R.benjamin Abate (4/2/2013 1:11:00 AM)

    I enjoyed this thoroughly. I like how descriptive you are here. In between 'But how can you be lonely' and 'I am not lonely, moose' You use some great imagery. Made me feel like I was reading a screenplay kind of. It helps the images in your head move and creates flow. Great poem! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,298 Points Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson (3/27/2013 9:39:00 AM)

    Very strange but beautiful. There are three things at first that stand out. The girl, the moose and the log across the dried riverbed.
    Who is the girl who cast a reflection that shouldn't exist?
    Why are her eyes wasted?
    Why will she always come back and not to worry?
    The moose is obiviously old and set in his ways.
    Yet their is some sort of curosity left in his soul.
    The tree across the dried riverbed... how could there be a reflection when no water exists?
    This river that has had it's day long ago what does this represent?
    And this discussion of loneliness... what has it to do with each.?
    All these questions and many more arise and can only be answered by each individual reader.
    That is why this poem stands out is because every reader can relate in some way to this poem.
    As each reader settles on a deffinition for each element in the poem it transpires into a deeply personal poem.
    It has for me. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 24, 2013

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