Nell by Brendan Hunt
The forest floor was soft and soundless,
and the shafts of filtered light that found me,
held no warmth only mellow illumination.
The pine needles an aromatic carpet,
as I traipsed my dreamy path to your door.
How I wish I could live as you live;
feel the joy of not knowing what I know,
not needing what I need.
Nell, the forest is your guardian and your palace;
your insulation against a foreign world.
Let me enter that I may escape too.
and the shafts of filtered light that found me,
held no warmth only mellow illumination.
The pine needles an aromatic carpet,
as I traipsed my dreamy path to your door.
How I wish I could live as you live;
feel the joy of not knowing what I know,
not needing what I need.
Nell, the forest is your guardian and your palace;
your insulation against a foreign world.
Let me enter that I may escape too.
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"Nell" is a poem inspired by the movie but not about the movie. It talks of the need to rediscover the simplicity in life. It is a poem about escaping everyday life and finding something richer, more spiritual.
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This poem is beautiful. Can you tell me how I can get poems on netpoets.com. My friend and I have some really beautiful abstract pieces. - Sandra |
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As I read this I could feel the the forest floor, smell the pine needles; WOW. Great job. - erika |
