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Boy Walking Through Woods
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Boy Walking Through Woods |
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PoeticKnight Senior Member
since 2000-01-20
Posts 1144New Orleans, LA |
A young boy walking through ageless woods Beginning of a journey with no destination A set of footfalls filled with trepidation Moving crisply forward through pathless woods Knowing not, whether for ill, or for good A hesitant step followed by courage emanating Once the leaves envelop him, surrounded Upon his feet, an excitement grounded Every path before him, a mind disseminating Choices, decisions for a soul less discriminating Every now and then he stops, just for a bit Forsaking of the journey’s despair That he knows must surely be there He is already tired, and weary of all of it Wishing to stay, but his restless heart won’t sit He’ll climb a tree to take a hopeful look Something he feels he now must do And there at the top he takes a second or two The world opened before him like a book He remembers these pleasures the trees took Then he’ll return to Earth firm of heart Resolute to the inescapable fact That the paths disappear as he looks back This, in his decision, plays no small part With a wasted sigh, again the journey starts Ever forward his footsteps unfailingly send All the living things he learns their names Though many of a kind, none being same These will suffer their company to lend A young boy becomes man through woods with no end |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
A hesitant step followed by courage emanating Once the leaves envelop him, surrounded Upon his feet, an excitement grounded Every path before him, a mind disseminating Choices, decisions for a soul less discriminating ================================== He is already tired, and weary of all of it Wishing to stay, but his restless heart won’t sit He’ll climb a tree to take a hopeful look Something he feels he now must do And there at the top he takes a second or two The world opened before him like a book He remembers these pleasures the trees took Then he’ll return to Earth firm of heart Resolute to the inescapable fact That the paths disappear as he looks back This, in his decision, plays no small part With a wasted sigh, again the journey starts Ever forward his footsteps unfailingly send All the living things he learns their names Though many of a kind, none being same These will suffer their company to lend A young boy becomes man through woods with no end ==================== Superb employ of extended metaphor and imagery here PK, and a very cool rhyme scheme adding to the poems unique theme. Clever use of vocabulary choices and poetic phrases, allow the reader to experience the subjects emotions,and thoughts. By doing so...you walked the reader thru the woods along with the boy/man. "A hesitant step followed by courage emanating Once the leaves envelop him, surrounded Upon his feet, an excitement grounded Every path before him, a mind disseminating Choices, decisions for a soul less discriminating" "The world opened before him like a book He remembers these pleasures the trees took Then he’ll return to Earth firm of heart Resolute to the inescapable fact That the paths disappear as he looks back" very well done, a deep reflective piece. very cool write. It's such a clever innocence with which you show myself to me |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Then he’ll return to Earth firm of heart Resolute to the inescapable fact That the paths disappear as he looks back This, in his decision, plays no small part With a wasted sigh, again the journey starts yes, I believe I like this one too *s "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
PoeticKnight, Wonderful walk through the woods. May his journey never end.  LW All writing comes |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
In a beautiful area of the country this weekend, amid all of the trees just waking from their winter's slumber, the tulip trees were blooming... they brought a smile to my face.... but how I yearned to smell the scent of pine needles.... thank you for this! |
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