Out-of-Doors

 

Without a moon

Or city lights

There seems to exist

More sound.

 

And all of those sounds feel magnified.

 

Frogs, birds, insects

Why are they still up?

Rustling

Moving pebbles underfoot

But what kind of feet are out there!

 

We feel ourselves turning into hunted prey.

Our minds are playing tricks on us.

And we’re left to draw pictures with our minds

of what we can hear,

but cannot see.

Welcome!

Welcome to Wagner Free Poetry! A collaboration between the Wagner Free Institute of Science, the poet CAConrad, and you. Visit the About page to find out about this project, read the (Soma)tic Poetry Exercise and come visit the Wagner. Then create your own poems based on your experience and submit them here.