Wilderness
There is an unfamiliar feeling
befallen this wilderness
and I was so hoping for snow ..
It makes me feel hungry
and uncomfortable
in a full up, empty kind of way ..
I could seriously do with
a touch of frostbite right now
to feel and to feed off ..
To satisfy this hunger a moment
but doubt, having tasted it,
it will ever go away or leave me ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Boy do I know this feeling.The juxtaposition between the paint and beauty in the winter brilliantly bolsters this wonderful emote! Great job, my friend! 🖤❤️🖤👏🌹
thank you so much Tristan .. 😎🐧🤍👍
Good write N.
.. Cheers
Neville this reminds me of the story to build a fire. It has a cold feel to it and the metaphor as well feels cold. I like it quite a bit, even though I don’t like cold weather anymore.
Lost in the wilderness, of any sort, becomes a game of survival. In the winter, it is more dangerous. One must stay dry, seek shelter, find food. A lack of familiarity with one's surroundings compounds the danger. People are social animals requiring companionship. When left alone they feel depressed. That's what I got from your poem. It seemed more of an allegory to me. Much enjoyed reading this. - Phil A.
thank you for leaving those insights behind Phil .. so very much appreciated sir ..
Awesome poem,
deep, dark and poignant 😢
and eloquently
expressed throughout!! 💯
Thanks for sharing,
much enjoyed!! 👍
Best regards ✌️ peace. Thad
Awesome has a very appealing ring to it .. Cheers 🍷
No fact you haven't disclosed there....like you locked yourself in your walk in fridge? Come on, fess up Neville...🙃
poetic license mate .. 👍
So long as you found a way out and could continue to poeticize here..... Next time, with care... 👍
Such a frosty, winters angst!
I had to add another jumper mate 🦘
That’s too cold for November, might be snow then, this year.
Worked outside most of my life, always look forward first cold, as much as for spring. Eh?
never worked outside except once .. when an ambulance I was escorting someone in spun off the road on the way to Banjul hospital ..
Intriguing words Neville.
Andy
thanks .. N
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