Tonight at #dverse we have been shown some wonderful poems about being lost. and given two options. 1) write a response to one of the poems shared, or
2) re write a lost poem as a found poem.
i have attempted the second option. as one of the examples given reminded me of my chilhood.
”Lost in the Forest”
“Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood—
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.”
childhood forest revisited
(Based on the above poem “lost in the forest” by Pablo Neruda)
lost in my childhood’s forest
Where I got lost in play,
I would escape the crying rain,
Of my parents torn hearts,
As their marriage failed.
A happy future
Something far off it seemed,
A deep secret hidden from my child self.
The shout of pine scent suddenly
Revives the roots I left behind
As I climb through my sentient mind
To teach me the way to behave
For my children. As I find the memories
Of lost in the forest as the rain cries.
And sing this for all to hear.
© 19/10/2021 rog leach