The Wood

Tristan Robert Lange


Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:

Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.

Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛
The edge of the wood
Is where we dwell.
Beyond the reaches
Of a thicketed hell.
 
The looming tall trees
Tower over us all
Like phantom figures
Foretelling our fall.
 
Veiled in a thick mist,
Shrouded mystery,
The forest is full
Of haunted history.
 
Looming over us
As shadows from hell,
The forest becomes
Our abode to dwell.
 

© 2024 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 22nd, 2017 09:33
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 25
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  • Goldfinch60

    This is a beautiful write, I am within the trees.

  • Garry

    Despite their calmness and their beauty i often find forests can be a bit sinistet. This poem, for me, captures both these aspects. Well done



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