I wandered through a forest,
sunlight pouring through the canopy like molten gold,
shadows drifting over moss-carpeted ground.
Ferns unfurled like emerald flames,
flowers opened in silent bursts of color,
a single pulse in time with the wind
A stream whispered over smooth stones,
its silver song weaving through the trees;
birds threading music through shafts of light,
the air thick with earth, rain,
and hidden blossoms –
a forest alive with quiet magic.
I climbed the rising ground of the hill,
brushing against wildflowers and roots,
when at my feet I saw it –
a pulse of green fire,
a creature born of the wood.
It followed softly,
a heartbeat at my heels.
I cupped it in my hands;
it unfurled into a woodling.
The forest held its breath.
And there, on a low branch,
a green mango gleamed
ripe and sweet.
I fed it to the woodling,
and tasted sweetness –
the forest’s pulse flowing through me.
As it drank, strength spread through my hands,
through my veins,
filling the woods with quiet, radiant energy.
I called it Pulsar –
the heartbeat of the forest.
Where my heart’s voices;
poems, dreams, memories,
tangle together, safe but untamed.
Even what once seemed unripe
has turned to sweetness.
I am its keeper,
but in its fierce, luminous way,
it keeps me.
It leads me inward,
until the forest’s heart
and mine
are one –
a single pulse
threading light through shadow.
Reading this, I thought of the pulse of an olive whispering to the pimento.
Wow, I absolutely love that thought! The pulse of an olive whispering to the pimento is such a quiet, perfect echo of the magic in the poem. Thank you!
Write it then.
Hi Adagio. I like the thought of an olive whispering to a pimento, but I think for now, I’m going to let Forest Pulse stand on its own. It was born from a vivid, complete dream vision, and I feel like the poem already captures all the magic that spoke to me in that moment. Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment
Your words are so enticing and enchanting. This splays me into a midnight forest walk and feeling the breath of moonlight as tattoo. Exquisite.
I absolutely love the image of “feeling the breath of moonlight as a tattoo.” That’s such a striking, exquisite way to describe that feeling of deep connection. Thank you, Rob. I appreciate your thoughts.
Beautifully done, Romaj. Each line sings and comes to life through the images you describe.
Favorite line
Ferns unfurled like emerald flames,
Tim, Thank you! I’m really delighted to hear that the imagery resonated with you and made the forest feel alive.
I especially appreciate you pointing out the line about the ferns. The emerald was so stunning and vivid in the dream, and it’s a huge relief to know I managed to capture that vision with words.
Beautifully penned, Roma. Excellent write my friend, with such colorful imagery. You know how to paint a picture with your words. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks for reading, Damian! I’m so glad the colorful imagery resonated with you. That feeling of the forest coming alive was exactly what I hoped to capture. Appreciate you taking the time to read and comment
I love reading poems like this. Full of vivid color and storytelling. I’m a huge fan of anime. The good stuff.
I love how it plays with your mind and brings dream alive. Truly enjoyed the read:)
Hi Adelphina. Thank you so much! I really appreciate you saying that. Since the poem actually came from a dream, I was trying to capture that feeling of a vivid, hyper-real vision. I can absolutely see the connection to anime. It has that ability to make color and dreams feel so alive! I’m glad you enjoyed the read.
Such marvelous detail in your wording & delivery. Nicely said.
I’m so glad you enjoyed the wording…that means a lot. Thanks for reading and sharing your feedback!