Whispering Forest
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Deep in the shade of the forest glade
Where the leaves whisper secrets
And the wind unwinds,
Sheltered by the height and might
Of neighbouring trees,
I fancied a voice, as thin as a reed, could be heard
Crying though the loneliness,
“Jean-Pierre, Jean-Pierre,
Where are you, my son?
Come home, come home,
Jean-Pierre,”
But only the whispering leaves hear my plea,
“Jean-Pierre,
Come home to me.”
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©DGA 07 June 2012 13:08
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“Whispering Forest” is wistful, tugs at the heart … feel your soul in this one, Denise.
Blessings – Maxi
Thank you, Maxi! Inspired by a mother trying to find her son…
Fascinating , Denise. i note this and “Simbiosis” are related to trees, and I wonder if this is a new awareness. June and I have a relationship with trees through our love of the new Forest, here in England. I love to be under the forest roof, kept cool by the leaves, when the weather is really hot.
“Jean – Pierre” intrigues me.
John
I have always loved trees, John. They are so much like people of the forests…, kind, benevolent…
leaves whisper secrets – the forest knows all
That is just how I picture them, Carl.
very nice Denise. I could do with a few shady tress right now..it is so hot here 35 in the shade
Goodness me, Patrecia, it was just the other day you were worrying about wood for your fires, lol!
You are hitting your stride Denise, another beautiful poem.
Thank you, Jack. I must get back into the blogs again. I have missed you all.
And of course the feeling is mutual. Welcome back.
I really like this a lot. Such longing. And a little desperation. I’m sure the trees know the answer.
A mother’s agony, trying to save her son – from himself!
Thanks…
Pleasure!