Below is the poem entitled Seeking Kindling which was written by poet
Biffany. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The tangling forest was bitterly cold
And we were endlessly lost.
But, I followed his big foot prints
without speaking out of fear.
“Just pick up twigs kid. OK Dad”-
While he collected timber.
I knew he was good at providing, building
while not speaking.
A hammer made a much more profound sound
in my ears than anything he said to me.
So I followed.
But, the snow and ice were to thick and
the twigs and timber were frozen.
I fell behind and lost his footprints
until I fell asleep and the snow and
bitter wind blew over me.
Unforunateely, he never looked behind.
R. Biffany '09