Sunday, April 7, 2013

into another world

Grace @ Everyday Amazing



Running 
into the woods - 
pine cones crunch, twigs snap, leaves- 
a soft carpet, a bird trills and -
  I'm lost-


Wordsworth Quote:

“Books! tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There's more of wisdom in it.” 
― William WordsworthWordsworth: Poems

Posted for:   Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - A birthday in April - and Going Outside
and Poetry Pantry
Poetry form:   Cinquain (2-4-6-8-2 syllabic count)

41 comments:

  1. Lovely photo, and dreamy words to start a gorgeous day!

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  2. Oh I was going to mention, I like your blog header photo, and I too, have a couple of trees in that same condition at the moment....oh spring come to real life! Please....

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  3. I love to go wandering in the woods, lead only by the quiet. Lovely piece.

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  4. Just meandering away in the woods can be a fun day.

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  5. smiles...grew up in the woods...it was our favorite place to play...had many an adventure in and through them...so i def understand...smiles...like the use of sound as well grace.

    happy sunday

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  6. That is a beautiful capture, Grace! Loved everything about it except the 'getting lost.' Smiles.

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  7. Lovely cinquian. I really enjoy this form. And I enjoyed your use of it...a beautiful place to be lost.

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  8. I like the build up you created, the sense of running back to nature and the clever ambiguity of the last line delivers a solid punch. I also like to get lost this way.

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  9. lost... but yet found. This is a comforting sort of "lost". Very dreamy.

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  10. What a lovely description of running into the woods -- another world indeed! I like this very much.

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  11. Love the soft carpet, the bird trills........getting lost in the forest is my idea of a good time! Smiles.

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  12. I love to lose myself in a book!
    I love your poem
    :D

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  13. I feel the same way and don't want to be found again.

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  14. Grace,

    Enjoyed this one..a soft carpet..I'm lost..so much said..

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  15. This made me smile. My hubby and I were recently on quite an adventurous hike...but luckily the trails were well marked. It's amazing how quickly you can become lost in even the most familiar of surroundings. I loved this!

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  16. To be "lost" sounds very positive here, as if at one with nature.

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  17. Beautiful image in few words of the moment when nature makes us see her face, sometimes lovely, sometimes alien.

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  18. I smiled at your last line. As Susan said, you make being lost in the woods sound like something wonderful. I love it.
    K

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  19. Beautiful, I love this! :) Happy Sunday.

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  20. Wonderful description of becoming one with the woods and getting 'lost ' in them.


    The River

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  21. Lost indeed and hoping never to be found!! Grace I love your take on this quote!!

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  22. I love the sounds in your poem, Grace, twigs, leaves, pine cones crunching ... makes it a vivid run through the woods :)

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  23. Yes, excellent sounds...and I like the way you've combined the form and the Wordsworth quote prompts. And I too am easily lost! The words, picture, form everything is superb.

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  24. Isn't it good to lose yourself at times?

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  25. The deep forests are the only place I have never been lost. I may not have been able to say where I was but I knew where I was going and how to get there.

    Interesting form, nice structure Grace with a very good flow to a place indicative of either the outside or the great within.

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  26. A new world and exercies too, win win

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  27. It was always lovely, but the surprise ending gave it something extra.

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  28. Sounds like a wonderful place to be lost :)

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  29. Getting lost in the wild sounds cool...Lovely cinquian.

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  30. What struck me was the unnoticed feeling of what would happen to the carefree pleasure of being lost in the forest when darkness sets in, the owl screeches and the coyote howls. It's only then that the real terror of being lost dawns on the mind.

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  31. You are not lost with that great poem, love it.

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  32. Love woodland wanderings. Sounds like the perfect words for a perfect day.

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  33. This reminded me of my childhood, Grace. I grew up near a small patch of woods. I ran and played in them for hours and thought I was lost but always managed to find my way home =)

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  34. Love the textures, sounds in this, Grace. = )

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  35. I love this, it reminds me of my childhood,,you have captured the experience beautifully. i always enjoyed being "lost" in the wood.

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  36. Sounds like me! I'm always lost! Beautiful write!

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  37. Love the photo...I too grew up in the woods. I ran wild and untamed. How I wish I felt that same freedom.

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