still life sounds like you are caught in the painting!
Aaaaah! I am stuck in this beautiful painting and I can't get out! Quick! Get the paint thinner!
What do the trees say to you when they talk to you? Let me guess.... "Give us more water, please!" "Hug me!" "Do these roots make me look fat?" "Does my hair have a lot of split ends?"
As I close my eyes, the wind whispers to me. It tells me that my love is alright. She is far away from me, but the wind tells me how she is doing (reference to 'nothing lasts forever' by YOURS TRULY (ME))
I want to grasp the rain so that I can put it in a bottle to save it for a sunny day so that I can make it a rainy day. Or maybe use it to fill a pool that I wish I had in my backyard so that I can walk on the water and blue is a pretty color for H2O.
Ha ha ha!
The daunting times of lean! A famine that strikes to the heart of the stomach of all! "Please sir! I want some more!" "More? More?" "Yes sir!" "Well, then...WE MUST KUNG-FU FIGHT!" "I shall destroy you, you flabby old gut man! I want some more of that porridge!"
This is a lovely nature poem. I can always count on you to write a wonderful poem about connecting with nature. Reading this felt very soothing with a true sense of appreciation for nature, a beautiful thing so many people seem to take for granted every day. You sound like one with nature throughout this write. And your description is thought provoking too. A waking dream. I like that. Kinda like that state where you are sleeping but on the edge of consciousness. Lovely imagery here. As always a beautiful poem. Take care.
This was very peaceful and soothing to wind. I do the same thing when I am out in the Redwoods. The wind say so much to you if you listen closely enough. You did a great job with this as far as imagery is concern and flow.
i love how you converse with the trees and listen to the wind whispering.. a true nature child, you are! i forget sometimes, in the midst of this depression, that nature is beautiful with all its gifts for us, and it's free for the taking if we open ourselves up instead of closing down and shutting out the world.
What does this poem have to do with still life? I don't see the connection, don't get me wrong it's pretty good your line lengths are a little iffy but you have something here. It doesn't really end either, which is kind of um...bad. What the heck is <@> AM? it sounds like your trying to swear, so if you are just do it. It's choppy, especially the second stanza, it needs to flow a little bit better, it needs to be fluid like a river. Nice try but, work on it you have a good idea but sand it down and then laquere it.
Megan, I much prefer the rhyming stuff Of that it is quite plain I've told you that you're very good And I'll say it once again This is a little stone of gems That sparkles in the night Appreciating beauty And you do it oh so right