Even the Woods

Even the Woods

A Poem by Monday Parker

Even the woods can’t calm my thoughts

This time….

The nervous bubbles

I feel inching

Throughout my body

Little fumbles of embarrassment

Rising from my toes

Tingling all the way up to my lungs

Who halt…

Still in shock

Filled to the brim with that last thought.

I try to focus on something else

The rustle of the breeze

Through the oak trees

Attempting to distract my distressed thoughts

Tingling returns

Transforms into shaking


At the memories of my words

I need to find a release

My center

But even the woods can’t help me this time.


© 2017 Monday Parker

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This is brilliant & creative! I love it. I enjoy reading & writing about nature, but here you've taken this into a totally unexpected direction, contrasting the peacefulness of woods, to the chaos one feels inside sometimes. Good use of action verbs that engage the senses. I'm inspired! *smile* Fondly, Margie

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Added on September 13, 2017
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Monday Parker
Monday Parker

Sacramento, CA

I am better with words.... more..