Trek Quiet Woodland
Written: July 24, 2024 For Canstance La France Contest
Quote: "the drums of time have ceased
and my fragile soul is a sea of tears" By Constance la France
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Along a scarcely hidden wooded trail
the sun is going to set in the north
with hawks and ancient oaks as companions
wandering in silence, I pursue my quest
the world shines brightest in ivory twilight
lush mossy sticks
to the soothing granite
winged sparrow rushes toward its perch
yet, amid the stillness,
I feel utterly lonesome...
these woodlands contain historic forest
their stems provide a comfortable resting place...
they wrap around me, with such loving fingertips...
when my brain gets flooded
with pessimistic pondering...pondering...
while roaming in quietness, I chase my quest
passion for life is beating in my chest.
yet, I am solely lonesome in this stillness
I meditate quietly in that spot
behold meticulously groomed crawl
among hues and patterns,
calmly lounging...
I am riveted by their charm and ferocity
they opt not to challenge their rights...
neither sigh nor sorrow
under meaningless weights
I acknowledge the blessings upon their humble beings.
still, I am utterly isolated
in this quietness...quietness...
thus, when the tide of negativity
doubts and concerns have crested...
and profound dread
has penetrated me to the bone
following that path
I fulfill my soul's wish.
I am completely alone in this darkness.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2024
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