Whispers In The Forest Poem by Beach Girl

An old oak tree now beckoned To sit beneath her bows I huddled down Crouched at her feet As winds began to how.. lot of lovely images in this poem. it is very very poetic and very clear ideas. thank you very much. tony

Awesome! ! You wrote another poem that is as golden as your personality. I loved the descriptiveness and everything. It reminds me slightly of one of Goldheart's poems. She, however, left Poem Hunter.

So beautiful! Loved it Beach Girl. Forest with all its mysteries and beauties has all the pul that you feel and wrote about so eloquently. Thanks for sharing

Wonderful. KEEP IT UP

so nice to read you wish you read my poem MOMS SMILES too

when you said: Voluptuous And ponderous As weighty as my heart...i thought this would be a '' poem. i'm glad i read it again. a wonderful poem, Debbie. if it isn't in MyPoemList yet, it will be SOON! ! ! BRI (:

it has found a spot in Jan.2017 Section A of showcase. ;) :)

i've reread the BEAUTIFUL poem, which i first read 3 years ago. at least i have a good enough reason this time for not remembering it. i mean i now sometimes can read a nice poem 'a few months ago' and still not recall lit. oh well, as long as i remember what i should about kitchens and bathrooms, AND don't get them mixed up, i guess i'm good! i also am reading my 3 year-old comment. i CAN'T figure out why i said there was a typo in the last line of stanza three. hmmm? ? and re furled. i think, if anything, i would have used unfurled in speaking of falling cones, because i would think of them as opened, not closed tight. hmm? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - (thanks, Google!) : furl fərl/ verb past tense: furled; past participle: furled roll or fold up and secure neatly (a flag, sail, umbrella, or other piece of fabric) . he shouted to the crew to furl sails literary become rolled up; curl. the plant sends up cones of furled leaves - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - re my comment about biting fingers, you seem to have exchanged biting cold for 'biting fingers'. i like that much better! ;) and i am very enthused that you have offered it to me to used in January 2017's showcase for PH poets. AND I'll keep you in the loop! THANKS! ! any startling changes in the perfume world, OR spider world? ? bye for now, D. bri :) i'm assuming i sent this 'then' to MyPoemList. i'll send it now just in case i did not already. this is one of my all-time-FAVORITE non-humorous poems, even if i don't remember it in a few months! ! ! !

Gloomy isolation is the price one often pays for access to such enchanted scenery. Thank you very much for enduring that sensation to whisk me away to the strange comforts of my natural habitat. Extraordinary experience!