Me: This poem, along with Gentle Idealist are two poems that I wrote for creative writing class. I posted them online because I want as much feedback as I can get so that I can better understand prose poetry.
The Encounter
The forest is a lonely, lonely place.
Tall, overgrown trees stretch as
far as the eye can see.
I see the Caterpie and Weedle in the
tall grass but no one else.
No other Pokémon goes out of their
way to talk to me.
I live as an outcast, an outcast, eating
the berries from the trees and watching,
silently, from the shadows, the shadows.
The only time the forest is
lively is when the humans come through.
They are mostly children, crossing through
my home to the human village on the
other side of the dark, dark forest.
Suddenly, one human child sees me.
She looks surprised to see me while I
blink back at her, watching from
the shadows, shadows of one of the many trees.
My body stiffens.
Something about this girl…
beckons me. My heart pounds as I
move closer and closer to her.
Whether by my will or not,
I walk up towards the young girl.
I nuzzle my red cheek against her leg.
She smiles and picks me up into her arms.
My loneliness fades away,
replaced by a feeling of contentment and peace.