Such is this feeling that grows,

Within a chest so pulsing with life.

Iron among the green,

Sharp among the supple.

How long will I spend upon these waking moments,

Separate from this good earth that I love so.

Lead me not away from nature’s all giving womb,

Into the harshness of mortal man.

I wish to remain a child of this forest,

Overlooked, unseen, and blessedly alone with sounds of sighing trees.

-M.E. InkOwl

2 thoughts on “Opposites

  1. Love your “opposites”. There is so much that is poking at us lately that we need to look around for the supple. For the return of sweeter softer things.

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