|
forest
Apr 29, 2009 7:05:46 GMT -5
Post by electricmayhem on Apr 29, 2009 7:05:46 GMT -5
forest
I've moved out of the forest and into town. No one knows me here, but I am safe. I have my journal, and I have my medicines. My mind provides when others do not.
I still go to the forest sometimes, and spend a few nights there. I hear the whispers in town, people telling my story, written like legends on every wall. It makes me laugh.
Mom is very proud of me, and life has been good --- I've learned mechanics, and I have met a boy. Tiny little houses in big scary bogs are always calling my name. Some day I'll make it. Some day I'll be there.
--- copyright 2009 by lh
|
|
spacegirl92
Precious Thing
Soon with the sun she will be ascending.
Posts: 69
|
forest
May 17, 2009 22:01:44 GMT -5
Post by spacegirl92 on May 17, 2009 22:01:44 GMT -5
Something about this makes me want to laugh. Not a scoffing laugh or even really a humorous laugh, but I don't know, I think the mood of the narrator of this poem has a light seriousness to it as if they were going to laugh which is why I feel like doing so.
Perhaps it's the contentedness. Yes, I think it's the fact that the narrator seems contented with the situation despite the cons that many other people would find.
|
|