Leaves to Grow

is autumn here?

Leaves to Grow

I'm somewhere, not sure where, out on Gascon Park,
the body drifting in and out of thought.
I hear my pores breathing, feel the rush of air
coinciding with my eyes.
I'm trying vapor for reality,
a mix of spirits and souls,
Odd......odd this aloneness
I'm forever dragging my head through
a thought forest and waiting for the leaves to grow.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Making the Al's poem rounds are we?

Thank you!

Regards,
Al

[Lyn Anderson]

This is such a beautiful, peaceful poem. It's strange how you can take something that could be depressing and turn it into something that isn't melancholy at all.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Costa!

My forest is like a metaphysical church.

Regards,
Al

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Jacob!

The back yard forest grabs me, pulls me. I wish to go every time.

Regards,
Al

[costa siwale]

This is beautifully expressed poem.
exquisite.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and sometimes we are lost in thought, but at the same time not really thinking of anything in particular, like a forest without leaves on the trees... just waiting for a thought. or for the poet, an inspiration .....

j.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Ana!

I grow tired of deepness, just want to swim on the surface of things.

Regards,
Al

[Ana Papaya]

Often solitude drives us into deep thoughts and a desire for a change to happen.
The forest is a quiet serene place to gather these thoughts but if you take to long to make sense of them you'll watch the seasons come and go. Good one Al.