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Undetected

June 4, 2011
By apoetssoul SILVER, Lockport, New York
apoetssoul SILVER, Lockport, New York
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Favorite Quote:
When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on. -Thomas Jefferson


A quiet morning,
New possibilities, new beauty, new day.
Aged mountains greet the shy sun,
Peering over the horizon cautiously,
So as not to awaken the world too harshly.

Majestic oak and timid spruce yawn and stretch their limbs,
Casting long shadows over the emerald grass,
Rustled by a bit of soft wind,
They stand strong and proud,
Ancient, wise, and constant in a land of uncertainty.

Sly fox, shy deer, swift eagle,
Come alive suddenly in a quick dash, a smooth dive, an elegant escape.
Creatures of light, of purity,
Content to live where they are,
Never judgmental, stubborn, or ungrateful.

Rebellious stream, flowing violently down a steep hill,
Anger filling its mind as it descends faster and faster,
Intent on reaching its destination, not even sure where or why it travels with such intensity,
But set in its ways nonetheless,
Like an old rock cemented into the ground.
Surrounding earth, moistened with dew of the dawn,
Slips, slides, moves when it is pushed,
Flexible, impressionable, easily shaped and re-shaped,
Like a brand new heart,
Ready to embrace ideas without prejudice and take on the world without fear.

Kind rain, cleansing and refreshing,
Life force of all creatures, vital to survival,
But at the same time, having the potential to destroy,
Carry away lives in a flood of disaster and destroy them all at once,
Benevolent and merciless at the same time.

Smiling sun, now out in full glory,
Pouring energy onto the thirsty faces of apple blossoms and rose buds,
Forcing the inhabitants of shadowy caves and recesses in the mountains to face the day,
Sending hunters of the night to their rest,
And signaling the beginning of another miracle.

And so it is,
On just another morning in just another wood,
Where just another enchanting song is played by Mother Earth's orchestra,
And where just another blessing is given to this day,
Humbly and delicately, here in the quiet wood.


The author's comments:
This piece was one that I wrote for my school's newspaper when asked by a friend to submit a creative writing piece. I am head-over-heels in love with poetry and so of course I took her up on it. This was written off the top of my head, like most of my poetry (the ones I like the most, anyway). I do my best work when I'm experiencing some kind of extreme or nagging emotion and I feel the compulsive need to put my feelings in paper, in some form or another. And this piece I like quite a bit, because it forced me to channel my emotional energy into a piece that did not directly address any of them, but induced the same cathartic reaction that literally spewing my feelings onto paper would have done.

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on Feb. 20 2012 at 7:56 pm
apoetssoul SILVER, Lockport, New York
8 articles 0 photos 9 comments

Favorite Quote:
When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on. -Thomas Jefferson

THANK YOU SO MUCH, ONCE AGAIN!!!! Your feedback means a whole lot :)

on Feb. 13 2012 at 1:28 am
Kiki_McGee GOLD, Woodstock, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all." - Emily Dickinson

Nice! I love how some things are described as calm and beautiful, yet also dangerous and deadly.