I’m not a poet. I want to try poetry because I think it will help my prose. Here’s my first try. Don’t laugh too hard!
I have always cared about the forest;
These seven? Queen of the fairies asks
Thoughts of the soldier excluded.
The mirage of the seven is attained,
Within sovereign space around her forest.
In silence most profound and soft
I study these ideas; seven seeds of the trees.
Assist germination and the seven grow large.
Though the forest has expanded, it quells not
The accusing voice of infinity’s silence.
Contrast the eternal forest of the seven
With my mortality. I lament my short time
Gathering its seeds. The seven mysteries
Cause me to ponder the immensity of the galaxy;
I savor the sweetness of sailing this sea.