the forest echoes
October 3, 2007 at 1:04 am (Poetry, Writing) (forest, metaphor, Poetry, rhyming, woods)
‘the forest echoes’
nature’s ceiling shades my eyes
her carpet spread wide beneath my feet
nurtured feelings bade my lies
I forgot dread abides this heath my street
grasping ivy and snagging thorns
infinite intertwining fingers
rasping ire trees sagging shorn
sinfulness maligning the divine lingers
dank darkness pervades afraid
but not I even as owls descend
frank remarks fade away betrayed
I just know I’m lost in the woods again
Soulless said,
October 24, 2007 at 11:34 am
“grasping ivy and snagging thorns
infinite intertwining fingers”
Great imagery and metaphor there.
Cheers.