Writing is everything to me, in all forms, in many presentations. I love words, they way they communicate feelings, emotions and stories. I love the way they feel when you read them out loud, patterns in prose, impact in truth.
While most of you know the investigative side of my work, along with cutting commentary few of you might know I am a poet as well, my work having been featured in several books over the years. As you might have guessed, I am taking some downtime with the onset of summer, and thought you might like to see what comes creatively when I reconnect with the forests,lakes and backwoods of this beautiful land I was so lucky to have been born and raised in.
I hope you enjoy.
bare toes sunk in forest moss
tip of tongue flicks to taste
on sunburnt lips
tender drops tease scorched cheeks
dripped from birthright birch
I raise my hands to the dark summer sky
eyes instant wide
howls of triumph
death by symphony.
i find myself …
left on rocks
beside the watching bear.
copyright Laila Yuile 2012
10 thoughts on “Cariboo poetry”
wonderful. Thanks Laila.
What a wonderful sentiment, for the beautiful Caribou country.
Ok, so I am a manly man and I love your poems.Really visual and not so hard to imagine myself in the bush with this. Thanks for sharing Laila
Laila, you are so obviously at home……….beautiful.
Awesome , inspirational writing there young lady !
Great post and a nice poem, Laila. Just out of curiosity, what happened to your ” I’m back ” post ?
Having some bugs with the site, on a recent changeover to how things operate behind the scenes Gary. And a bit more I will be posting at some point.
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