Lost in the woods
I tell myself it is not so bad
to be lost—
just look at the curve
of that red rock wall,
just listen to that wind,
how it finds everything.
How lost can I be?
The scent of juniper
finds me again, again,
again.
October 1, 2017 by Rosemerry
Lost in the woods
I tell myself it is not so bad
to be lost—
just look at the curve
of that red rock wall,
just listen to that wind,
how it finds everything.
How lost can I be?
The scent of juniper
finds me again, again,
again.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged lost, path, poem, poetry | 4 Comments
‘just listen to that wind,
how it finds everything.’
I like that 🙂
Thank you, David,
it was a fabulous fifteen minutes of really not being quite sure where I was ⦠but the wind sure did find me!
r
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Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
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My donkey knew the wind was everywhere.
Your TED is a good fellow.
I’m going to revisit that tomorrow. Thank you for the link, Rosemerry. 🙂
Youâre welcome! Thanks for watching it ⦠hope your donkey has a wonderful day. Your heron, too.
Let me know if you find any metaphors that you change ⦠I am always curious about a good metaphorical shift!
r
Watch my TEDx talk The Art of Changing Metaphors: TEDX Rosemerry Trommer
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970-729-1838
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