When I could stare at a tree
and feel myself
covered with bark.
My twig arms
branches extended to the wind
my hands full of
spores.
And in that cornfield
the moon
an impossibly
bright orb
seemed to be
blessing me
at night
oh...
celestial light.
And each stalk of corn
waved
in waves
across the
long expanse
of the field.
I tried to
feel that way again
but nature...my nature
doesn't yield.
Author Bio:
Doug Holder is the founder of the Ibbetson Street Presshttp://ibbetsonpress.com His work has appeared in the Voices Project, Bagel Bard Anthology, The Endicott Review, Up the Staircase, Poesy and many others. Doug has run poetry groups for psych. patients for many years at McLean Hospital in Belmont, Mass. His latest poetry collection is " Portrait of an Artist as a Young Poseur: 1974 to 1983" ( Big Table Books. He teaches writing at Endicott College in Beverly, Mass.
and feel myself
covered with bark.
My twig arms
branches extended to the wind
my hands full of
spores.
And in that cornfield
the moon
an impossibly
bright orb
seemed to be
blessing me
at night
oh...
celestial light.
And each stalk of corn
waved
in waves
across the
long expanse
of the field.
I tried to
feel that way again
but nature...my nature
doesn't yield.
Author Bio:
Doug Holder is the founder of the Ibbetson Street Presshttp://ibbetsonpress.com His work has appeared in the Voices Project, Bagel Bard Anthology, The Endicott Review, Up the Staircase, Poesy and many others. Doug has run poetry groups for psych. patients for many years at McLean Hospital in Belmont, Mass. His latest poetry collection is " Portrait of an Artist as a Young Poseur: 1974 to 1983" ( Big Table Books. He teaches writing at Endicott College in Beverly, Mass.
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