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Monday, February 19, 2018

Irresistible

The image is taken from pixabay and edited. 


Deep into the forest,
where no light could reach,
wandered a lost soul,
in search of eluding peace.

Nothing mattered anymore;
vengeance of the thorny leaves,
the hissing & screeching of animals,
or the crimson dripping from his fingers.

No majestic view could astonish him;
the fallen trees were not pitied,
the delicate blooms were left unseen,
the murmur of the brook was ignored.

Darkness bewitched him;
helpless to fight the allure,
he drifted in a trance, unaware of the
finite steps taking him into infinity.


5 comments:

  1. I love the contrast in your final line - finite/infinity!
    lovely!

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  2. This was lovely, somehow it reminded me of the Buddha's journey to Nirvana.

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  3. The rich vocabulary you used gave this piece so much texture and life, especially in the third stanza. The idea that trees weren’t pitied, but they *could* be was very fresh.

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  4. That second to last stanza was so full of apathy. I liked how this poem was story and you wove in the word prompts seamlessly.

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