The Main Drag

rebmasters

I don’t like to stay on the main drag of the woods;
trees grouped in cafe clumps
& with ritzy trunks,
leaves rustling with such loud laughter,
lit up with fairy lights
& moon shadow.

I like to roam off-path
in tangled undergrowth;
river seeping,
oozing from ancient mud
to wet my feet,
stones in my shoes.

Nothing has been cleared to prep a pastoral path
for modern wanderers.
The earthy scent,
the truth behind fiction.
What lurks there besides me?
That which knows how to hide.

Behind knotted, gouged bark,
clinging fungus
thrives forgotten.
Caught under crowded canopies
unprotected
life is lost/found

  • Author: rebmasters (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 18th, 2021 08:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • dusk arising

    Strike your own path whilst being respectful of the wildlife's environment.

  • MendedFences27

    I guess the "main drag" is a drag. Too common place to be of interest. Exploring, "where no man has gone before" is far more stimulating. If too many people get wind of this it will ruin everything. Phil A

  • L. B. Mek

    'I like to roam off-path
    in tangled undergrowth;'..
    (that's that unchosen, choice
    in our Poetic - tumultuous, path
    of life)
    'Behind knotted, gouged bark,
    clinging fungus
    thrives forgotten.
    Caught under crowded canopies
    unprotected
    life is lost/found'..
    Amen!
    (surrendered, to survive
    and regained, for us to strive
    and someday, maybe even: thrive...)
    a great, *metaphorical* write
    dear poet
    (not one, to be read: too - literally, I feel)

    • rebmasters

      Thanks L.B. 😉♥️



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