Finding one's way

sorenbarrett

A crooked path wends its way through thick forest, horizon unseen
Brambles and vines feet intertwines eyes focused only on the green
A moss slippery trail in shaded light pale winds up mountainous hill
Watching one's feet on this forested street, can't see beyond the next rill

The trail does fade into leafy shade, closed off the way ahead
Swimming one's path through a botanical bath, leaves close behind one's head
Lost in a green sea, towering waves of tree, no longer able to swim
Bubbled up stones reveal earth's bones, as sun's light grows dim

A fallen log birthed out of fog reveals a nursery of the dead
Umbilical vines overhead with rivulets that blead over forest's bed
Shadows grow long as birds stop their song, twilight is in the air
Stars arise in darkening skies as I descend the hills stair

Night has overcome light, darkness fills the trail
Sounds of night raise levels of fright hoping my lantern won't fail

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  • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

    much enjoyed write, man and his fear of darkness

  • David Wakeling

    An amzing journey through a dark place. So well-constructed and creative. The images took me to the spot. Incredibly power piece

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you David for your most generous words of comment it is most appreciated my friend

    • arqios

      Very powerful, dear Soren. A memory etched forever is having to walk through a moonless terrain in pitch darkness. Most pleasurable read. 🕊️🙏

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks so much Cryptic for the read and comment my friend it means a lot.

        • arqios

          Most welcome dear Soren 🕊️🙏

        • Katie B.

          A walk-through darkness most can relate to. Well penned!

          • sorenbarrett

            Thank you so much Katie for your read and comment it is again most appreciated

          • Friendship

            Well said. Your poem depicts a journey through a dense forest, symbolizing the struggles and obstacles encountered in life. It explores themes of isolation, fear, nature's beauty, and the passage of time as the day fades into night.

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you Friendship Indeed it does your have seen it as it was intended. I appreciate your comment my good friend

            • orchidee

              A descriptive write SB. I've dried up a bit on poems. Spending too much time on sewage recipes for 'er indoors. lol.

              • sorenbarrett

                Thanks so much Orchi for the read and comment The day is not the same without your hymns and humor my friend

                • orchidee

                  I probably got plenty of rubbish nonsense humour stuff. Pentecost soon in the church year. I will see what I can do for a hymn.

                • Kevin Hulme

                  Quite a Journey into the Unknown here.
                  Definitely Hoping the Lantern doesn't fail.

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thanks so much Kevin for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    Soren, what a wonderfully immersive piece this is. The imagery keeps tightening around the reader...vines, fog, fading light, all of it slowly swallowing the path ahead. “Earth’s bones” and the nursery imagery especially stayed with me. By the end, it genuinely feels like the forest itself has become a living thing closing in around the lantern glow. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thank you so much my friend for your read and emersion in it. We often become caught up in the paths we choose and they can swallow us. Your words are most appreciated



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