{"id":2388,"date":"2007-08-10T13:38:00","date_gmt":"2007-08-10T13:38:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2388"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:27:07","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:27:07","slug":"poetry-friday-forest-for-trees","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2388","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: The Forest for the Trees"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>LOST<\/p>\n<p>   Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you<br \/>   Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,<br \/>   And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,<br \/>   Must ask permission to know it and be known.<br \/>   The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,<br \/>   I have made this place around you.<br \/>   If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.<br \/>   No two trees are the same to Raven.<br \/>   No two branches are the same to Wren.<br \/>   If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,<br \/>   You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows<br \/>   Where you are. You must let it find you.<br \/><a href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_nIccA6r7lXY\/RrvumT7TJQI\/AAAAAAAAAIQ\/4D7izWyMOb4\/s1600-h\/forestfortrees.png\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"click to enlarge in new window\"><br \/><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/writingya.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/08\/forestfortrees.png\" hspace=\"10\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\u201cLost,\u201d by <a href=\"http:\/\/bcs.bedfordstmartins.com\/litlinks\/Pages\/Main.aspx\" target=\"_blank\">by David Wagoner<\/a>, from Collected Poems 1956-1976 (Indiana University Press)<\/p>\n<p>Poetry Friday is a means <a href=\"http:\/\/saralewisholmes.blogspot.com\/2007\/08\/poetry-friday-39-reasons-to-write.html\" target= _blank>of finding oneself<\/a>. Take a look at where else you might end up at the <a href=\"http:\/\/kidslitinformation.blogspot.com\/\" target= _blank>Poetry Friday<\/a> round-up, hosted by <i><a href=\"http:\/\/kidslitinformation.blogspot.com\/2007\/08\/poetry-friday-gearing-up.html\" target= _blank>Big A, little a<\/a><\/i>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>LOST Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[93,10],"class_list":["post-2388","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-poetry-friday","tag-views"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2388","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2388"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2388\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4235,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2388\/revisions\/4235"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2388"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2388"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2388"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}