Mindlessly my feet
carried me along
a well worn path.
Walking where millions
had walked before.
Finding solace
in the comfort
of familiarity,
I strolled aimlessly.
My eyes saw,
but the visions
didn’t reach my soul.
My ears heard,
but even the sweet song
of birds welcoming spring,
couldn’t penetrate
my melancholy.
Somewhere along the way
I took a wrong turn.
My steps softened,
as I walked upon
virgin forest floor.
My mind cleared,
as I floated upon
fallen pine needles
of a thousand Autumn’s.
My eyes focused,
my thoughts followed.
Hints of spring
assaulted every sense.
My nose filled
with the sweet
woody scent of pine.
And I rejoiced
along with the birds.
Budding oaks swayed,
dancing happily
in April’s warming breeze.
Leaves not yet born,
enticed with
thoughts of what could be.
And I….
I forged my own path.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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this felt like I was being forced to run through a forest unable to take in the delightful scenes and scents. perhaps this was purposeful. nice write.
~*Starr*~ xxx -
This is spectacular, it takes me with you on your journey.
Thanks for sharing and continue penning. You have a great talent.
Rose -
It's been awhile since I've read this style of write from you. You always leave the reader feeling like they've strolled along with you. You have a wonderful ability to capture even the smell and sound of a walk with your wonderful imagery. Very nicely done. I am left with a smile on my face at the hint of new things to come.
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good job
My eyes focused,
my thoughts followed.
Hints of spring
assaulted every sense.
My nose filled
with the sweet
woody scent of pine.
And I rejoiced
along with the birds.
i like these very lines...good job.
god bless you.
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