Speak, volumes.

I feel that the formatting of this poem is what struck me the most with the intermingling of the speakers thoughts give a sort of push and pull of the central message. Perhaps a more consistent format through out would better set the mood and really bring this piece together. Lovely message and palpable internal struggle :)

1st sentence- Ambiguous, after reading the whole piece I'm getting imagery of someone in the forest, nostalgic/not physically lost/ wandering in somewhat familiar territory. Almost like an echo of a walk taken once, thats familiar but still sparks new thoughts even if the emotional resonance will be highly similar to the first walk taken.

2nd sentence- wind in the wood, is this person the walk taker is with not wearing a hat? 'Singled out my knuckles' hands as something fundamental to the narrators character/ as relative to other body parts. I like how you broke up your sentences, formatted this. Also reading the last word of every single line is a poem in ittself, I'm not sure whether this was intended or not.

"The red cut words unused, touch fingers, you forever, leave-thinking? Breeze, wor(l)ds -forgive me- them, skyward."

3rd sentence- this line is interesting when juxtaposed (?) against the harshness of the last sentence ebing broken up at 'cut' and left there on the end.

4th sentence- With this line, I almost think of someone speaking to a spirit//within the forest// but that wouldnt really jive with the realistic aspect of the 'hair close to your sculp' unless the image of the spirit is very real in the writers imagination. Which might even tie in with 'soft fingers' as well as 'unused/unsaid'.

5th -8th line- Deffinitely think this is a spirit and the narrator is asking forgiveness of the earth of of/ the spirits home. The idea of words/ worlds now makes it seem like the narrator is exploring a different world with this walk, their knuckles cold but expectant.

End: Viscerally nostalgic. The ability to take pieces and have them stand on their own is a fantastic asset to this piece, in my humble opinion. I really enjoyed it and I hope this feeback. was in some way helpful. One lost/ thumbs up.

I've never claimed to be an English major, however, I love the formatting of this piece, some people who post on here ignore the structure of their words and instead type away, but that's part of what makes poetry so beautiful. Words are words, but if structured properly can convey a powerful message which I feel that you have accomplished here.