Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
| Now and then I take a deep dive into all those "untitled" documents in my Google Docs and find surprising things. Some are just grocery shopping lists. But there are others that contain forgotten writings. I found this poem, untitled, in such a document that I chose at random this morning. I checked the version history and it dates from late 2021. That told me where to look for it in my portfolio. I found it and saw that it had only two views in these last four years. I decided to give it another showing, maybe a few more eyes on it. I don't know if it is deserving of those eyes or not, but I felt these words today and it's my blog after all. I called it "Solitude" when I published it to WDC, but today, the title "Hidden" seems to fit my mood. I also made an edit or two on the punctuation which I think improved it a bit. If I could, I would live small hidden beneath a mossy stone. Deep within the overgrowth of secrets in the forest, I would burrow into ancient soil and nestle under this blanket golden and warm. Then the trees that had graciously laid down their needles for my bed would calm the wind and whisper “Hush, hush” “Let the dreams come”. And I would sleep immersed in the magic of creations that are born only in solitude. |