by Kerry Dexter
Member since:
January 24, 2007

Forest Path

April 18, 2012 10:02 AM UTC
views: 0 | 8 people recommend this | comments: 16

cracklejack of leaves
icebrink of silence
autumn morning
we walk the forest path

icebrink of silence
in the wood. we hear our hearts
through the silence between us

autumn morning
cracklejack of leaves reminds us
we walk this way only once, and many times

we walk the forest path
our footfalls new
in steps the old ones walked

[for Mindful Poetry form trimeric prompt use jabberwocky words from those provided]

Comments: 16

JOHN BECK Apr 18, 2012, 10:13am UTC
You make the words sound like they belong, Kerry. Well crafted. I like the result.
Kerry Dexter Apr 18, 2012, 10:19am UTC
thank you, John. I thought that setting the words amidst a bit of mystery in the story might have that result.
JOHN BECK Apr 18, 2012, 10:21am UTC
You certainly succeeded, Kerry.
Debbie W. Apr 18, 2012, 11:25am UTC
Yes, the words sound realistic in your poem. Really nice.
A. F. Stewart Apr 18, 2012, 11:50am UTC
A charming and tranquil poem.
Veronica Hosking Apr 18, 2012, 12:28pm UTC
Well done and very serene.
Virginia M. Apr 18, 2012, 12:56pm UTC
You've created a unique picture with the word challenge! I love the whole poem, but especially like the reminder, "our footfalls new/ in steps the old ones walked".
Angie O. Apr 18, 2012, 2:03pm UTC
Very nice use of prompt words.
Susan Budig - Mindful Poet Apr 18, 2012, 5:50pm UTC
A quiet, reflective jabberwocky; almost an oxymoron, but you pulled it off!

Now appearing next to the other trimerics at Mindful Poetry.
Richard Lynn Livesay Apr 18, 2012, 6:20pm UTC
smooth walk through the forest nicely done trimeric
Atticus *. Apr 18, 2012, 10:03pm UTC
Amazing that you created a poem of such beauty and no hint of strangeness in the use of those words. Very beautiful Kerry
Kerry Dexter Apr 19, 2012, 7:21am UTC
thank you Atticus. glad you like it.
Irina Dimitric Apr 18, 2012, 11:33pm UTC
I'm captivated by your beautiful poem, Kerry. The first line transported me in an instant to a walk through the forest in my homeland. It was autumn, I was holding my little boy's hand as we walked on "cracklejack of leaves" ...my husband took a photo, I'm so glad I have it. "We hear our hearts through the silence between us." We didn't talk much, we knew it was our last walk through this forest, we were about to leave our country for good.
Kerry Dexter Apr 19, 2012, 7:20am UTC
thank you for sharing your memory, Irina. glad you enjoyed the poem, too.
Irina Dimitric Apr 19, 2012, 7:46am UTC
My pleasure, Kerry.
Janet "Jax" B. Apr 19, 2012, 12:23am UTC
Wow, it does sound like the words belong in the poem.

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