{"id":1659,"date":"2021-06-04T17:54:08","date_gmt":"2021-06-05T00:54:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lewczyk.net\/tomswritings\/?p=1659"},"modified":"2022-02-09T20:15:20","modified_gmt":"2022-02-10T04:15:20","slug":"misguided-unfinished-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lewczyk.net\/tomswritings\/?p=1659","title":{"rendered":"Misguided [Classic] (unfinished poem)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-text-color\" style=\"color:#00006d\"><em>This is &#8212; weirdly &#8212; a poem version of a story I wrote (<a href=\"http:\/\/lewczyk.net\/tomswritings\/?p=1657\">here<\/a>). Not sure which came first, the story or the poem. One theory is that I wrote the story <\/em><strong>from<\/strong><em> the poem &#8212; because I took a creative writing class when I had a <\/em><strong>HUGE<\/strong><em> class load, and was just submitting <\/em><strong>whatever<\/strong><em> to meet the obligations of the creative writing class.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator is-style-wide\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p>He walked amidst the forest, towering<br>The scent of pine pervades his senses<br>The trees were tall and were spaced widely<br>The ground was flat, though slightly rising<br>The trees were big around their middles<br>Both his arms could not surround one<br>And there was no brush below them<br>Only needles twigs and pine cones<br>Fallen needles hushed his coming<br>But the birds knew of his presence<br>Muted singing in the branches<br>Flash of movement high above him<br>Whistled callings in the distance<br>Fallen pine cones big as softballs<br>Gave him cause to watch his footing<br>Other noise was from the insects<br>Heard but not seen, whirring, buzzing<br>Two mosquitos spoke of water<br>Listening while heading forward<br>Knowing of no stream behind him<br>Toward the setting sun he traveled<br>Distant bubbling toward his right hand<br>Toward the right his footsteps take him<br>Toward the sound of distant water<br>Drawing nearer, growing louder<br>Sounds of splashing, bubbling, gurgling<br>Told him where to find the water<br>Slowing as the ground turned downhill<br>Footing tricky, sometimes slipping<br>Catching hold of younger tree trunks<br>Halting sliding, scraping fingers<br>Finally, he came upon it<br>Saw the flowing mountain water<br>Icy cold from recent snowfalls<br>Water in his hands he&#8217;s cupping<br>Sees within a face familiar<br>Looks a while at his reflection<br>Eyebrows furrow in remembrance<br>Who is this, this wayward traveler<br>Cautiously, he searched his memory<br>Nothing there but pines and pine cones<br>Birds and needles, walking westward<br>Stopping, resting, walking westward<br>Many days of walking westward<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is &#8212; weirdly &#8212; a poem version of a story I wrote (here). Not sure which came first, the story or the poem. One theory is that I wrote the story from the poem &#8212; because I took a creative writing class when I had a HUGE class load, and was just submitting whatever &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/lewczyk.net\/tomswritings\/?p=1659\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Misguided [Classic] (unfinished poem)&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[7],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/lewczyk.net\/tomswritings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1659"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/lewczyk.net\/tomswritings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/lewczyk.net\/tomswritings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lewczyk.net\/tomswritings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lewczyk.net\/tomswritings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1659"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/lewczyk.net\/tomswritings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1659\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2063,"href":"http:\/\/lewczyk.net\/tomswritings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1659\/revisions\/2063"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/lewczyk.net\/tomswritings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1659"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lewczyk.net\/tomswritings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1659"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lewczyk.net\/tomswritings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1659"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}