“Where are you from?”
She turned, looking over her shoulder,
and motioned toward the forest.
The forest I was walking toward.
I could not help staring at her
eyes – a blue I have never seen –
ethereal, from some ancient landscape,
from a time lost and forgotten.
The forest looked more alive as the
sky shrunk, the sun scurried
away and the tree tops swayed.
And then I awoke.
Years later I stood on 70th and 5th
a desk jockey with a tie and suite, waiting
for the bus with my coffee cooled
from the November wind.
11 responses to “Poem – Concrete Supernova”
I really liked this poem, maybe her eyes could have been green with brown tones of earth wrapping you in a warmth you knew existed but never experienced? 🙂 Patricia
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From: William Ricci Reply-To: William Ricci Date: Saturday, October 12, 2013 9:20 PM To: William Ricci Subject: [New post] Poem � Concrete Supernova
WordPress.com williamricci posted: “”Where are you from?” She turned, looking over her shoulder, and motioned toward the forest. The forest I was walking toward. I could not help staring at her eyes – a blue I have never seen – ethereal, from some ancient landscape, from a time l”
Thank you love. That very well could be!
Love it, especially the ending. You always put me in the scene dude.
Pete, my friend, thank you for reading this. Much appreciate the kind words.
Where have you been hiding this one?
More please!!!
I wrote some time ago, but something told me to revisit and post. I think it was the change to fall, the colors, and the trees. And how we look at nature from the outside, afraid to let go, afraid to follow the instincts and where they may lead us.
Love the poem
That is a great song, that I had forgotten about. Thank you as always!
Excellent post. Your dream reminded me of Robert Frost’s poem, “Stopping by woods on a snowy evening”. The call of nature is so strong and its beauty irresistible, but if one walks into the woods totally lured by it one may never come out alive. Safety is where you were when you woke up. Lovely photo to support your beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing. Take care.
I am humbled by it reminding you of Robert Frost. Into the forest and back toward our roots, and you will never be the same. A changed person and one that is more aware of the energy and the connection between everything. Everything we seek and everything that we are is in nature. Trees are a gateway and guide.
Pleasure is mine and I agree with you, nature has great impact on us since we are all part of it. Thanks for a lovely reply my friend.