THE FOREST

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the eyes looked down as he passed by

his unweildy body

crippled, he walks in lurching steps

a fair young man, a mother’s boy

 

he takes the seat beside me

amid the eyes

two twin pools of blue gazing at me

life leaping chained inside

 

we speak and he rambles of his life

I see inside

a puppy eagerness, fawning me with dreams

to love a girl, to be a writer

 

FAIR SAILING BLUE EYES in a twisted shell

amid the eyes

I take his trembling hand as he tells me of another dream

“when I sleep there is a forest in my dreams where I hunt myself and with these hands I rip off my head”

Published by coloradopoet

I am a longtime lover of words, writing, reading. I am happily married with three children who are tip toeing with adulthood. I grew up in a musical home and was taught piano and in turn all my kids play the piano, and two of them, as well as my husband, are gifted vocalists. We love to make music and my copy of Les Miserables is falling apart from years of beautiful memories around the piano. Chopin and Jim Brickman feel like old friends I can't live without. I live in the beautiful city Denver where I am a nurse.

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