Kristine O’Connell George
I’m practicing my
I-belong-here
no-twig-snap
no-leaf-rustle
no-branch-crack
see-all, know-all
float-like-fog
like-smoke
pine-needle-soft
forest walk.
No one will know I’m coming.
No one will know when I’m gone.
My Thoughts on the Piece
I really liked the playful flow of this poem. I think they cute mood is set when the writer starts all the lines with no, to describe just how quiet and sneaky the forest walk is. I really liked the last lines too because it pulls the poem together.
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