Ben Gieske

In The Woods (Ghazal) - Poem by Ben Gieske

Each morning I take a lonely stroll in the woods.
Enter the romantic reverence of the woods.

An avian symphony grace me company.
En plein air I sense warming comfort in the woods.

Phasing colors of a youthful sun shadow me.
What deep memories are held captive in the woods.

Pictorial web of endless variety.
Shuffling, wading through the wilderness of the woods.

Liquid mosaic in the marshes dazzles me.
Wearing through the deep mysteria of the woods.

The breezes whisper their secrets eternally.
A final wish mine/ashes dreaming in the woods.


Comments about In The Woods (Ghazal) by Ben Gieske

  • (8/17/2009 3:16:00 PM)

    in the woods where wildlife are living
    and rocky roads inviting
    branches swaying
    saying''come with me, sit with me, paint me...'
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 30, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 31, 2011

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