A Walk In My Woods

June 2, 2012
I am a small path in the woods,
Stretching infinitely in both directions,
Forever in the future and the past.
I am a tower,
Reaching towards the sun.
I am a mighty oak,
Remaining tall and strong.
I have firm roots,
But lofty branches.
I am a river,
Crashing and surging,
Constantly moving,
Yet calm and peaceful.
I am the moon,
Waxing and waning,
Shining in its own way.
I am the paper and the pen,
Where honestly flows,
And secrets are held.
I am everything,
And I am nothing.
I am all the intricate pieces of myself,
Yet just a piece to the puzzle.

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tdnarb said...
Sept. 9, 2012 at 8:18 pm
Even though there is no rhyme scheme, this poem flows very nicely.  This is hard to do, but you managed to pull it off nearly flawlessly.  The part that I like most about this poem is that I can't figure out the meaning of it.  I can't tell whether you are writing from a supernatural power's perspective, or whether you are actually writing from your own perspective and using all of the metaphors symbolically...hmmmm...anyways, well done!
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Sept. 11, 2012 at 4:08 pm
This was very intresting. I think maybe it could have had a better name, such as 'Intricatley Complicated' or something.
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