Fancy-free footfalls echo
through an old forest.
On the pathway
a bird sings to the sky.
Rain drums its fingers upon the land.
Dancing together, not alone anymore.
Sounds fill my head
now wet with thought.
Scattered paths, some worn others new,
lead me to a clearing.
Thoughts hang in the air like an anchor
asleep in its deep dark bed.
Cold dusk gives a long howl.
Working to prepare for night,
that black resting soul.
Silent, breathing, waiting,
Time dies slowly here - a selfish point of view.
Be safe for tomorrow's sake.
For life to be created.
continued... ...Dream.
Awake alone, together briefly
we danced in the night.
Leaving to find our own trail through
the different paths of life.
A contest entry
- PICTURE PROMPT-it's easy-20 poets by Roaddog Wolf.
550 points, ended February 7, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What destination are we personally heading toward?
Comments
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Your words seem to take the reader adrift in your own thoughts and feelings. I especially liked the idea you penned in these lines, "Scattered paths, some worn others new,
lead me to a clearing."
enjoyed the read, good luck in the contest and thank you for entering
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I think this may be one of my favourites of yours, great descriptions and images on an eternal subject, which path do we take? A decision we must make everyday. I love the second stanza especially.
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