I wake up in a forest
\nand assume it is a dream<\/p>\n
But there is no wind in sleep
\nand the way the gentle breeze
\nwraps arms around my doubts,
\nI know I am awake.<\/p>\n
It is no forest I’ve known, for the trees
\ncarry not the parched bark of the arid mountains
\nnor the soft blossoms of the city
\nbut glisten of untold stories all their own.<\/p>\n
The bluebirds sing, but not to me
\nfor it is a foreign melody as they ride
\nthe rays of the sun’s gentle kiss
\nfrom cloud to bough and back again.<\/p>\n
Wildflowers bloom in unfamiliar hues
\nNot the indigo towers or tangerine smiles
\nI’m used to, but cyan spirals and scarlet
\nwebs crawl across a mossy forest floor<\/p>\n
I watch a fox who does not slink
\nbut walks with the confidence of one who
\nhas never known the teeth of a hunter’s trap
\nAnd his footprints leave clues as I unravel<\/p>\n
The story of where I find myself
\n“Whose woods these are I think I know.”*
\nFor these are not the trees of my childhood
\nNor the witch’s woods I once dreamed of<\/p>\n
These woods are all their own
\nBelonging to no man, owned by no state,
\nthey grow fearless and full for they are
\nFree.<\/p>\n
I wake up in a forest and assume it is a dream But there is no wind in sleep and the way the gentle breeze wraps arms around my doubts, I know I am awake. It is no forest I’ve known, for the trees carry…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4030,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-107621","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107621","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4030"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=107621"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107621\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":107946,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107621\/revisions\/107946"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=107621"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=107621"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=107621"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}