The forest was deep, deafly-quiet
When first I stumbled almost blindly through;
A dense darkness, engulfed me
Causing my heart to faint;
Her embrace as death hands;
Like a sarcophagus, too, her ghastly grasp;
But all things else about its scary form
From gnarled branches sticking out;
To creepy whispers, rustling leaves,
To haunt, to frighten, grabbing me.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
Offline) - Published: August 22nd, 2016 06:22
- Comment from author about the poem: Just working on descriptive scenes and working on bettering my writing.
- Category: Nature
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Comments3
GRACIAS ROBERTO ~ For a great TONE POEM. Poems based on visuals are always challenging and rewarding. There is always a symbiosis between the Pen and the Paintbrush or the Camera MAS POR FAVOR ! Please check my latest FUSION ~ MY FAVORITE TIPPLE ~ Hasta luego BRIAN
the trees are alive
great write rr enjoyed it much! ww
Thank you willy for your comments.
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