Get lost in a deep forest
sweet sap from mapple wood.
Tender melody in a field of blond ears.
Listen to the rustle of a fruitful orchard.
Let yourself invaded by the bees symphony.
joyously gathering in a ray of sunshine .
Autumn is still sleeping
and winter so far away ...
The landscape of love is an endless plain
running from shore to mountain,
drawing curves of vertices and arrivals .
A dew-drenched flowers offering itself
to the sun burn in a deep vertigo ...
Guitar chord and melancholy harmonica
accompanying a wood fire agony
that will fall asleep at first light ...
A flight of wild geese heads south
but the clouds haven't yet misted
the hidden side of the desire,
we whisper in a amber of silence...
One day the door to happiness
gently close over the cold ashes,
the treble clef thrown
in the swamp of time ...
Resuming my solitary walk ,
friend of bear and wolf ,
hiker in search of landscapes...
Moist summer night's dream
I'ill never know this child of nowhere...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Great write
Thank you Tony .Short but appreciated !
You're welcome
Perhaps it's a tribute to the tradition of making sense of the world through contemplation? In the poem one can feel a subtle connection between the wanderer, his thoughts and the world around him. Exquisitely written!
Lonely hiker's meditation.
There is more to this poem than meets the eye or even the free associating thoughts of a mountain walk. The first line sets the tone, getting lost whether in thoughts or a walk in nature. A field of blond ears evokes both the idea of corn and the heads of either young children or girls. Fruitful orchards could refer to the literal or children from the previous line or sowing one's own seeds. I feel as if I go any further I am taking this walk through my own thoughts in babbling on. Lovely
Yes ,I played on a deliberate confusion of landscapes !
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