



All images created by Rebekah Marshall’s prompts using AI on Gencraft.com website.
(Poem 298 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Fox liked to roam
all the day long
amidst the toadstools
humming a song.
While he meandered
he’d think big thoughts,
ponder serious ideas,
untangle life’s knots.
He wondered if someday
he’d find a mate,
discover his purpose,
become something great.
The forest already
knew each answer:
he was destined for love
and to become a dancer,
an artist, a writer,
a ninja, a sensei,
a father, and a friend,
to show others the way.
He had no idea
what the future would be,
but everyone he met
could already see
that Fox was destined
to become folklore;
his influence expanding
generations and more.
@Home Studio – 298th poem of the year
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(Poem 136 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

My husband gifted me a forest
and a clearing of pale blue sky.
I keep it nestled in my cell phone
to comfort me any time I cry.
He knows I love tall evergreens
and can hide there in the woods,
take refuge from the scary world,
forget all the coulds and shoulds.
When the leaves begin to rustle
and whisper their daytime thoughts,
they ease my troublesome worries
and smooth out all my gnarled knots.
The few seconds of rest I find
in this tranquil space of peace
soothe my soul, calm my nerves,
and help my anxieties cease.
@Home Studio – 136th poem of the year