My soul
is a jungle
of over-grown grasses
and dandelion patches
spider-webs and
birds nests...
It is easy to get lost...
in a maze of beautiful
roses
and enchanting drooping willows
stroking your arms...
as you pass...
And deep in thought,
you lose your shoes
to deep muddy bogs
thick with alligators
blood sucking bugs
and horrible noises --
Yet, when you reach the other side,
you notice
it is better to have a mind,
full with imagination;
then one
with
Four, blank walls.
Author notes
Prompt:
Overgrown Backyard
This is a little different than anything I usually write.
This isn't so much nature-related, and it really isn't the best look into the human soul.
I know I can do better...
Rawr! I feel kinda out of it (writers block is nasty!)...
Not my best, but..
Enjoy~
A contest entry
- . mental hopscotch . by girl shaman.
2090 points, ended May 26, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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this was very enjoyable to read; a bit fancy for my taste with the coloring but i didn't mind too much. you did give a great image throughout the piece and i want to thank you for entering
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the last line is great (or the messgae of the poem)
i really liek that and definitely agree that it is sooo much better to think outside the box than to be trapped into the four walls that we are made to believe exist
i think loose is supposed to be lose though (but thats just a minor typo)
anyway good work -
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Yes yes. Thank you
I appreciate your comment, and pointing out my typo!
Thank you for taking your time to comment my poem
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