Eve Roper Poet Footle

Night Pulse of a Forest Ground

night pulse
weird creaks
dim shapes
move neath
tall trees
ferns   vines
pits mounds
of trees
that fell
time has
claim with
moss mats
lie low
small bugs
mice stir
earth floor

2/2/2022


A Strand (1065) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

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Jennifer Proxenos February 5, 2022 at 12:51 AM Strange when creatively composed as you do with one or two lines, a poem can describe a scene or can tell a story excellent poetry Evie Hugs and blessings Jennifer.

Andrea Dietrich February 4, 2022 at 7:40 PM This is cool that you are doing footles. I have to see if you got a win. I really like this style, eve.

Caren Krutsinger February 4, 2022 at 2:01 AM Not easy to do, but you made it fun and it looks effortless which I know is wrong.

Mystic Rose Rose February 3, 2022 at 3:35 PM I so love your two step poem, short but very absorbing, every word is a flair for the next, nicely constructed dear Eve, hope all is well, hugs and prayers :)

Valsa George February 3, 2022 at 5:06 AM A forest at night teems with life, both scary and pleasant ! Well done, Eve ....

Tom Cunningham February 3, 2022 at 2:13 AM Great string of footles Eve, nothing more magical than the forest. Tom