Displaced

oh head that hears and heeds the call of nature
blessed heart that feels the poles of its magnetism
a fox sits contentedly on a stone beside the strawberry patch
while the deer and the rabbits forage upon the greens
coyotes, crazy, call to the moon
bright over forest and field
here I sit drowning in desire
needing to immerse myself
in these moments
drenched in this longing
to be part of it
to once again reside
within this sacred, ancient sphere
which has been lost
halcyon displaced
no longer.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: U.S.A., USA

Favorite Poets: Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman. I’m enamored by the work of lyricists such as Robert Hunter, John Barlow, John Dyer Baizley, and Tom Marshall just to name a handful.

Comments

Geezer

2 weeks 3 days ago

Yes...

I think that we should all try to get back to nature just a little bit every once in a while.

I know that if I don't get to spend much time outside, I get all fuzzy around the edges.

You don't have to do anything, just sit and watch the denizens of the local area, squirrels and birds and that kind of thing. I would like to have heard more about the scene with the fox. Did he/she have berry juice on their lips? Kits beside her? ~ Geez.

Candlewitch

2 weeks 2 days ago

Lovely poem,

Tim... reading it causes me to feel all calm and peaceful. I wake up to Deer on my lawn, munching on leaves and soft-wood trees. It is a nice way to to the birth of a new day. It is very good to see you again!

*hugs, Cat xxx

Lavender

2 weeks 2 days ago

Displaced

Hello, Tim,

Reading your soothing poem, I feel anything but displaced, which I suppose is the irony in the title. Peaceful and nurturing. And very sacred.

Thank you!