GREEN MEANING

GREEN MEANING As I walk deep into the forest of poetic lines There’s signs of pretension and misplaced pride Pushing aside branches that are hanging low Each row of leaves like bristling green tape Some scrape my cheeks, but others caress But must I press on regardless, to the clearing Hearing just the rustling of secrets whispered It’s as if these words have no welcome for me They can see an intruder, with no business here Yet I am near to the spot where we shall meet And be complete, as our lines shall join as one Our time’s begun, yet for long we cannot stay We’ll find a way to tell it loudly, all over again Replace pain with joy, where writing has been