The world flips by,
Page after page of dreary nothing.I have choices set before me
The well traveled path
Kept neatly, groomed lawn
Tidy flowers
Somehow though, it is less than it should be, darkness at the edges.
Fading like colored paper in the sun
Rotten and floating away like ash
The heavy sound of footsteps traveled
The multitudes steadily moving toward an unknown destination.
If you listen to the birds,
If you open your eyes,
There is something to be discovered
Uncovered like a violet under the leaves
And a sweet smell drifts up
For those who are still enough to sense it.
And then there is a narrow track before you.
It wasn’t there before,
There is the smell of damp loam and leaves.
A breeze with bracken on its’ lips
Beckons to me with birdcall and dappled light
To change my course, a different choice,
To walk into the woods.
To walk into the woods.
I love the images you evoke in this poem. Your use of repetitive vowels trips off the tongue when I say it aloud. Very nice!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I do like alliteration even more than rhyming. Sometimes rhyming seems heavy handed to me. Like punctuating every sentence with a gong.
ReplyDeleteVery nice!
ReplyDeleteWow, this is wonderful! You're work is so...terrific sounds lame and doesn't cover it, but I hope you know what I mean. The poem and the image are fabulous.
ReplyDeleteYour poem and sketch are wonderful!
ReplyDeleteHappy AEDM,
Serena
A very evocative poem, and very nicely illustrated.
ReplyDeleteThat is very lovely!
ReplyDeleteLovely words and a beautiful illustration to go with it:)
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