Notes About The Poem
to identify another person whose name sits on the very tip of your tongue, but just can't seem to remember. We often describe the characteristics they are most known for having.

in this case, I wrote this poem about a woman who I would describe to you as a planner, 

someone who plays it safe, taking zero risks

phrases such as; go with the flow was not her M.O., not in the slightest. 

Upon making her long list of  carefully thought-out plans, finding herself lost in the woods,  certainly wasn't one of them

 

 

The Woods


I never get lost 

I have never been lost. 

Yet

Here I am 

Lost, in a place unknown 

Crunch! Crack!

 Such sounds indicate

 I'm here,not alone

squawk hiss, cheep 

nature's sweet tone 

not so sweet

Hearing a ping

Hearing the ring of somebody's phone 

Drip from above 

Drop down below 

soil wet from the rain 

 footsteps squelch and  approach

 The voice of a stranger
  
 They Croak out hello. 

Although scared, my fears pop

 I'm a chattering drone 

 The plop of a tear in my eyes clearly show

I say 

Please can you help me? 

Find my way  home 

My first time that ive prayed,

since being this grown 

My  first and last time,

in the woods and its zone
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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