Almost laying itself perfectly horizontally,
I'm walking under a fallen down tree.
Overgrown weeds and a small path out,
Back road is shaped like a narrow spout.
Exiting the other side where cars are,
A walk into town, it isn't really very far.
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I've had to turn back on walks sometimes - trees that have fallen, and I cannot get over nor under them.
Are you a giant? haha.
But there was a boggy area too, under one of the trees I tried to get under. lol.
Quite descriptive in its imagery it seems a literal poetic painting yet something nags at my mind asking about the possible metaphor involved in this picture. Fallen tree, narrow passage, society on the other side, could there be?
I guess I didn't really know what I was trying to say, just leaving up to interpretation.
Sometimes poetry is best when it flows from inside without notion of where it comes from and where it is going. It is in those rambling thoughts and feelings that art is born from seeds of the inner being.
Thank you, yes I totally agree.
Most welcome
Is that the pic? I want to walk there! LOL! Loved the poem, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Haha yes, thanks!
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