Welcome to my wild forever
Born of the forests of my mind,
An acorn in every letter
Of words that no one can fetter
Though my body cannot get there,
Bones and sinew left behind,
Welcome to my wild forever,
Born of the forests of my mind.
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Wonderful variation of the triolet! Love the imagery. 🙂
I’m interested on creating a collaborative poem on the theme of absence – so far interest seems pretty absent, but then I’m an impatient being. If any would like to join in or think they know someone who would, please check out https://antoniasarazenkevitch.wordpress.com/2019/01/23/join-in-a-collaborative-poem-on-absence/
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