Prompt: Write a descriptive poem about a person's experience walking through a forest on a foggy morning.
Ok so I am canning the 3 part story idea. I want to just pop in and do a quick something here and then cause it's light and fun that way.
A quick sonnet with no rhyme scheme but a little iambic flavor added
- walking around the pines i have the urge
- to jump and spring and dance and sing and prance
- initial freedom is the sweetest
- i love it half to death
- my inner self sings true
- and my legs run with vigor
- I splash through a brook and bound through a meadow
- directions are lost through misty fog but I feel found
- all is surreal until the hunger beckons me back
- back to the doldrums, the undeniable benefits of society
- it's logical and yet stifling
- my soul recharges here
- back to the trail to find the way home
- but I can always return
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