The Hush
A poem in response to Dennett's prompt in Weeds and Wildflowers of Solo and/or Hush
My mind a flurry.
My heart beats fast like the wings of a hummingbird.
The world spins.
I have no control.
I step into the forest, Solo.
My feet and hands touch the cool soil.
I breathe in the rich scent of the dark, loamy soil.
I see the fern, it's vibration calls to me.
I am witness to the unfurl of its fronds.
The Hush descends on me.
Denise G
A Short Bio
An empath with newly discovered passion for writing. I find writing helps me release emotions that I carry, sometimes they are not even my own emotions, an emotional sponge so to speak. Creativity is where I find balance and release. I’m a long time photographer, mostly nature and travel photography and have recently started painting as well. I am in my renaissance, metamorphic stage or mother to crone transition in life.
I have a personal blog which contains some of my writing and photography.
