When the World Closes In

When I’ll have had my fill,

of crowds and markets,

anything that is worldly,

into the thick of the forest,

I’ll go to seek peace –

when the world closes in.

 

There among the tall pines,

where only the trees –

will know where to find me.

My carpet,

will be woven of fallen leaves and pine needles –

colors ever changing with the seasons.

The wind will whisper to me,

through the tops of the trees,

the forest streams will play sweet music

and time will seem to stand still.

 

My bed will be beneath,

succulent ferns

and my mirror,

the small forest pond,

that hides all secrets –

in the early morn.

The first mushrooms,

will raise their caps

and in the afternoon

there’ll be wild strawberries,

succulent and juicy.

My mind will find the peace I seek,

find the inspiration,

to create poetry in praise of nature

and my muses will sit in the pine tree branches

and sing to me.

 

 

I’ll gather a treasure trove,

of songs from the wind,

the birds and the forest fairies.

I’ll be friends with all the forest creatures

and I’ll remind them,

that I am, I exist,

I’m part of the forest

and so much better than before –

 

when the world closes in.

Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

10 thoughts on “When the World Closes In

  • February 15, 2019 at 1:42 PM
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    I love the forest and woodlands – you have taken me on a peaceful journey there, Rasma, with vivid imagery. Well done on this lovely verse.

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  • February 15, 2019 at 3:48 PM
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    Rasma , when I was in high school a friend of mine found a man sitting against the base of a tall pine tree near my home , his remains were skeletal . It was later determined that he had been missing for two or three years I forgot , my point is that it was determined that he just sat down there and died in the autumn woods, i believe he planned that .
    I would be happy to go that way too in the end.
    Awesome writing , as usual !

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    • February 15, 2019 at 4:27 PM
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      Thank you, Ed. Actually if determined to go or knowing that you are on the way out it is a very peaceful way to exit.

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  • February 15, 2019 at 9:10 PM
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    Beautiful imagery Rasma. I’d love to be in that place you describe in the forest..when the world closes in.

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    • February 18, 2019 at 11:57 AM
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      Thank you, John. This was inspired by an actual forest back in Latvia that really made it feel like you stepped into another world and left the real world way behind.

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  • March 10, 2019 at 12:43 AM
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    A beautiful and descriptive write…..the reader feels transported there.

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