dark, moist leaves
pointing his finger
looking towards the forest
chilly air met me
dark, moist leaves littered the ground
sitting down witnessing the growth
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pointing his finger
looking towards the forest
chilly air met me
dark, moist leaves littered the ground
sitting down witnessing the growth
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I like nonesense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities. Dr. Seuss(1904-1991)
This is new
Ronald J. Edwards
Trinity Ink
http://trinityinkexperiencestrengthandhope.blogspot.com
this is a somewhat new style lately for you raskin, I like it, nice poem
:)
ron
Yeah
I'm playing around with the tanka emoting in my own special way. Thanks for reading and commenting. raskin
FOLKS!!!!
this is poetry
thanks
ryan I take it that there is a certain amount of approval. raskin
liked this one Raskin
looking at the forest in a different way,at moist leaves followed by growth,I could almost smell the moist leaves thankyou from Willow
thanks willow
I suppose with this one some may see decay and endings but for me I see beginnings, growth, hope, renewal. I love the smell walking in a forest after the rain when all the leaves are down, it's quiet. raskin