it's gonna have to be " a dark path in the woods ". i don't look in mirrors anymore. only mins left on this computer, so the poem will have to wait a while. i'm used to dark paths now.
I guess if that's what you see in the mirror then that is what you see. I wish you would have written a longer poem as I like your poetry. Shaving cream, shave every day and you'll always be clean....lol
once when i was on L.S.D. i fell in love with a tree asked her to marry me but she preferred the forest where she could be free
now all the trees are being cut down and labled so they can be turned in to a coffee table
i know a woman who chains herself to bulldozers to save the trees she gets arrested and dragged away on her knees
always used to take my puppy hound in the woods where she would meet our squirrel friend always used to have nuts in my pocket and other squirrel goods hound would woof at miss squirrel, but it was only pretend
" but now the time is short. i'm in the autumn of my year "- it was a very good year - mr frank sinatra.
nicely done! and a different sort of walk in the forest but a very real one. sad that some of your best friends have seen such a destructive end when all they wanted to do was provide shade and a home for birds and squirrels and let their leaves clean the air for us to breathe.
thanks wolfie. i once had a few joints in the very top of a tree i climbed with the beatles on the headphones, then couldn't remember how to get down. i fell the last ten feet. but was all soft and floppy by then, so wasn't really hurt........i thanked the tree before leaving - love and peace - paul.
Good Job!!! I really liked how you did this with your own unique style. I too love trees. Spent hours reading in my "tree house" as a kid. Bless the old Beech tree I called home.
thanks tash. had two japanese flowering cherry trees in my garden when i was a kid and used to put a hammock between them and swing about getting covered in cherry blossom while reading with a puppy in my lap - love and peace - paul.
thanks victoria. but i do have a tendency to talk and write too much. part of what gets me in to trouble. but as bonita knows, i never edit, or change a poem. once it's done, it's done.i might burn it. as i do with half my poems, but never change it - love and peace - paul.
thanks mate. i write because i have to, or i'd blow up. i like to take an oblique , slightly distorted view of the world. cold hard reality is too scary - love and peace - paul.
aaaww now breanne, i would never recommend drugs to a young lady, but if you ever do take l.s.d. make sure it's with someone you really trust and that you have easy access to a beach, or a forest. oh! and don't watch a movie. it will creep you out. i know about this s**t ha ha - love and peace - paul.
Great take on the mirror prompt. Breanne is young and doesn't see the lines of age or the graying of the hair. I can't wait to see her post. Mirrors can be very cruel. I do my best to stay away from them. LOL
yeah wolfie, mirrors sometimes reflect things we don't want to see. but i need one to keep my hair fonzie cool ha ha. i like this site. it's like gotpoetry, but without the bullshitters - love and peace - paul.
yeah, thought i was gonna change the world when i was a radical punk rocker, but the world ground me down and changed me instead - take care bonita. love to pussy cats - paul.
Mirrors can be deceiving when we look through the eyes of our own prejudices, that's a fact! I for one am delighted you have joined us, dear Paul, and enjoy your poetry so much here.
thank you my friend. i'm glad to be here. been a poetry refugee since gotpoetry folded. still ticked off that all mahala blu's brilliant poetry was lost on that site, 'cos she didn't make copies - love and peace - paul.
the path is dark with wonder tree roots emerge every few steps the trees tangle tightly I could see a touch of sunlight through the forest
and I travel on in darkness never feeling any fear I follow the narrow pathway silence is all I hear
I can tell that it is daytime sun shines upon some leaves the thick fog has now lifted a rusty old gate stands there I wonder of its existence here in the middle of the woods
I travel on in darkness never feeling any fear I follow the narrow pathway silence is all I hear
i love fog in the woods. the slow drip, drip of moisture from the leaves. there is an old gate near where i used to live, in the middle of nowhere, that led to a place that no longer exists.spooky! - love and peace - paul.
sometimes you have to break free from the mirror and show people what you have inside. the title of that story " through a mirror darkly " keeps coming to mind, but i can't remember who wrote it. i think it was ray bradbury? - love and peace - paul.
I look in a mirror I see vibrant colors and sparks flying a good spirit dashing from one side to the other, wanting out to become its own
it's a vibe that is something you can't grasp when it's right in front of you and there is not always such beautiful visuals rainy clouds and a storm up ahead just waiting for the rumble of the thunder
and for the lightening to change the skys color to a flashing dash of purple, pink, blue somedays are good and fulfilled of happiness and joy, the feeling of that makes my spirit go and go
until I run into the storm and it slows me down you will always see happy and sad in the mirror they clash together all fight to see light who will win the day over; they do it every day eventually, one will win, the dark will always sneak its way in to your dashing colors and your high spirits but you're meant to come down sometime so you know how grateful to be for the happy memories you have
This is about Linda's poem...Very nicely done. I do like the idea of the mirror breaking into pieces all showing the smiles and that which formed your lovely face with the years accumulated there. Our lives are written on our faces and reflect all our past as well as our present. You have a lovely face.
excellent breanne. a unique take on the subject. we all run in to storms in our lives kid. but it is the nature of storms to pass - love and peace - paul.
Breanne, Yours has real promise. It is so wonderful getting to know you this way. I especially like the lines: rainy clouds and a storm up ahead / just waiting for the rumble of the thunder
What you see is what you get, eye of beholder defines it all, handsome or ugly, thin or tall, we perceive ourselves in what we see, so I am you, and you are me! though this is something we forget.
What you believe is what you'll see thought or feeling will supercede creating distortion that makes us need to know what it is we do believe! The eye, mind's prisoner, must deceive until at last we're truly free.
What you see will tell you much about yourself, so stop a while consider whether to frown or smile the mirror will let you know at once whether you're genius or dunce believe in what your heart can touch.
Your heart can tell where truth is hid, though mind may silence it for a time, the truth will ring with gentle chime you'll hear it when you are in tune believe in love, wish for the Moon and you'll be very glad you did.
you hit the truth with this one! we all see ourselves differently and everyone who knows us sees us differently. it's all in perception and what we put out for people to see about us. good write!!!
nice one tash. what you see is what you get with me too. unfortunately, i can't send in a picture to the sight 'cos some swine stole my digital camera. i still believe in love and wish for the moon.....or is it the other way around - love and peace - paul.
You successfully wrote about what I tried in the short time I had this week. We really do seem to think alike. This works very well and yes, I have always considered myself very WSIWYG. LOL.
Couldn't resist publishing this poem written a while ago, as it presents a different take on the subject. I will write a new one also for the woods prompt
From my deck I could see the path through the woods it beckoned me to come walk - explore we never hiked alone - always together but today I was alone and the woods teased and tempted me until I flung my camera around my neck, grabbed my walking stick headed for the peace of the forest. Birds sang, squirrels chattered, a few deer ran when they saw me but not before I caught them on film to preserve for memories. As I walked the quiet engulfed me - hypnotized me until I forgot where I was and just walked in tranquil silence. I heard a rustling in the brush and stopped as a male grouse jumped onto the path in front of me he danced and sang and spread his tail feathers in a wonderful display of beauty as he tried to steer me away from the path where his family nested. I watched in fascination and wonder as he moved back and forth with such aplomb and grace. finally he settled down and went back to the nest I continued my journey realizing too late Mm camera hung around my neck and I was in such awe Of the sight I had witnessed I never thought photograph it.
Love this. Very similar in beginning to mine but very different paths so to speak. LOL. And yeah, been there, done that, forgetting to take pictures at the best times.
what a wonderful walk that must have been bonita. i once got lost in a forest in the lake district once. i wasn't nervous though. it's better than being lost in a city. nothing is gonna hurt you in a forest.the worst that could have happened was i might get nibbled by a bunny ha ha. yeah. i've seen things when i wish i had my camera, thinking " no one is gonna believe this if i don't have a picture " - love and peace - paul.
that was a beautiful walk in the forest!!! The grouse dances around while the killdeer pretends to have a broken wing to lead you away from the nest. I love how birds especially find ways to lead people away from their eggs and their young. I can understand being so enthralled you would have forgotten to take a beautiful photo!!!
I feel so bad that I haven't posted anything. It's been one of those weeks and I'm off to a karate tournament. I will read through and comment on poems when I'm in the hotel room tonight. And for now, because I MUST post on Breanne's first prompt, here's an old one that kind of fits the theme.
MAP OF THE AREA
I hiked alone, liked how it felt, to be where no one would look if I got lost. I had my trail map,
signposts painted on trees, dots to guide me through the green trail, white trail, blue trail, yellow trail. I stopped, knew
I had no idea where I was, my map too vague, signs pointed in all directions.
I heard bird songs, wind rustled leaves, sounds I had come to hear. I saw budded trees, green plants,
marshes, rocks, hills, things I had come to see. I longed for what I had left behind by choice.
Did you mean what you didn't know about because the map was vague? I was a bit puzzled by the last line--how did you choose? Sorry to be dense. Funny how we do think along the same lines. Sometime if you like send me your birth information--date, time, place, I'd love to see if there is congruence between our charts.
our beginnings are similar and we hadn't seen each others poems when we wrote them so I guess the saying great minds run on the same track works here... lol. yours has a deeper meaning though and is about more than a walk in the forest but a metaphor for life in general...at least that's how it felt to me.
enjoyed this one victoria. i sometimes get off at train stations where i don't know where i am to get deliberataly lost and have an adventure. karate huh? remind me never to get you pissed off with me. i already know a female boxer, who could knock me out with one punch - love and peace - paul.
this is a swell piece!!!! I used to love to try to get lost in my woods but I know it so well now that I can find my way back from any given point. LOL
Victoria, I enjoyed listening to this poem. I could visualize you being lost and being happy about it. Linda and I were in the cascade mountains and we were on a trail where we unloaded our backpacks and left stuff in a hollow log, like our alarm clock for one.
Panting, disheveled, filled with dismay, Onto the dark path I stumbled my way. Following after me, waving his cane my master screamed "Stop, you will pay me in pain!"
How did this happened? Alas and alack My chores were all finished, nor had I been slack, I'd done up the dishes, the washing, the beds Emptied the chamber pots, swept out the shed.
I'd straightened my mean little old attic space, Tidied the downstairs and dusted the place Then I heard a commotion, went out the back door, saw a sight so familiar, it made my heart sore.
Poor mistress was weeping, I didn't know why But somehow the master was making her cry. I saw that the master was having a fit, and got in the way so she wouldn’t be hit.
When he hit me instead, I took of on the run "You troublesome wench, oh now see what you've done." He shouted and chased me with face fit to kill "I’ll see that you’re punished for this, yes I will"
I hurried along in that dark, fearsome wood hoping I'd find my way back if I could. I peered through the trees, saw a small light ahead Crept closer and closer, my heart filled with dread.
Then a sweet little voice spoke so gently to me, "Poor child, may I help you?" I looked round to see a small white haired lady with arms open wide "Come into my home, oh do come on inside."
I followed her in, and there on the table Was honey and bread. "Please eat if you're able." I told her my story; she smiled and said, "Dear, Perhaps you would like to come live with me here."
So now I am happy to live in this wood. My life has improved; it has changed for the good, I never went back but have stayed here instead with my kind, loving mistress and a comfortable bed.
mirror, mirror on the wall what's the word on this guy named Paul is he good or is he bad or is he screwed up like his dad
can he feel with his heart and mind or is he cold and partially blind what is the sum of this image before me should I embrace him or should I flee
who has he helped out and who has he hurt does he really engage with others or is he curt I think this guy is misrepresented I really can't decide if he's good or demented
it's gonna have to be " a dark path in the woods ". i don't look in mirrors anymore.
ReplyDeleteonly mins left on this computer, so the poem will have to wait a while. i'm used to dark paths now.
Lather, and by the
ReplyDeletetime it's gone I've
stopped looking.
this made me laugh :-). short and too the point. a lot said in those 3 lines.
DeleteVery Clever! And very well said.
DeleteLike Bonnie said lot said in those 3 lines!!! I understand completely.LOL
DeleteTad, you are silly, but I like it.
Deleteshort and to the point...
DeleteI guess if that's what you see in the mirror then that is what you see. I wish you would have written a longer poem as I like your poetry. Shaving cream, shave every day and you'll always be clean....lol
Deleteok. here is my a dark path in the woods poem.
ReplyDeleteSOME OF MY BEST FRIENDS ARE TREES
once when i was on L.S.D.
i fell in love with a tree
asked her to marry me
but she preferred the forest where she could be free
now all the trees are being cut down and labled
so they can be turned in to a coffee table
i know a woman who chains herself to bulldozers to save the trees
she gets arrested and dragged away on her knees
always used to take my puppy hound in the woods
where she would meet our squirrel friend
always used to have nuts in my pocket and other squirrel goods
hound would woof at miss squirrel, but it was only pretend
" but now the time is short. i'm in the autumn of my year "- it was a very good year - mr frank sinatra.
nicely done! and a different sort of walk in the forest but a very real one. sad that some of your best friends have seen such a destructive end when all they wanted to do was provide shade and a home for birds and squirrels and let their leaves clean the air for us to breathe.
Deletethanks bonita. yes. being turned in to paper bags is a very ignominious end for a beautiful thing like a tree - love and peace - paul.
Deletepauly I absolutely love this. I can truly see you falling in love with a tree!!!!! I am a tree hugger also so I understand completely!!!!!
Deletethanks wolfie. i once had a few joints in the very top of a tree i climbed with the beatles on the headphones, then couldn't remember how to get down. i fell the last ten feet. but was all soft and floppy by then, so wasn't really hurt........i thanked the tree before leaving - love and peace - paul.
DeleteGood Job!!! I really liked how you did this with your own unique style. I too love trees. Spent hours reading in my "tree house" as a kid. Bless the old Beech tree I called home.
Deletethanks tash. had two japanese flowering cherry trees in my garden when i was a kid and used to put a hammock between them and swing about getting covered in cherry blossom while reading with a puppy in my lap - love and peace - paul.
DeleteNice job. I like your train of thought poems, but would really like to see you edit some of these, tighten them up. They could go from good to great.
Deletethanks victoria. but i do have a tendency to talk and write too much. part of what gets me in to trouble. but as bonita knows, i never edit, or change a poem. once it's done, it's done.i might burn it. as i do with half my poems, but never change it - love and peace - paul.
DeleteI enjoy this poem very much. I've never done any lsd but if you can fall in love with a tree it must be some really strange stuff...
DeletePaul F. I really enjoy the way you write. It is very unique and your own style. very good take on the prompt. Paul B.
Deletethanks mate. i write because i have to, or i'd blow up. i like to take an oblique , slightly distorted view of the world. cold hard reality is too scary - love and peace - paul.
Deleteaaaww now breanne, i would never recommend drugs to a young lady, but if you ever do take l.s.d. make sure it's with someone you really trust and that you have easy access to a beach, or a forest. oh! and don't watch a movie. it will creep you out. i know about this s**t ha ha - love and peace - paul.
DeleteVery interesting multiple viewpoints of a complex subject.
ReplyDeletethanks tad. some of it is symbolic of course, but all the poem is true events - love and peace - paul.
ReplyDeletei wrote one for the other prompt too " what do you see when you look in the mirror ". here it is.
ReplyDeleteREFLECTIONS
looked in the mirror and what did i see?
a man who wasn't me
i stared and stared, looking for the man i used to be
mirrors can be cruel
reminding you of the passage of time
a story told in every wrinkle and line
as we fight our life's duel
the eyes are mirrors to the soul
but sometimes can't see the whole goal
and don't appear to be truthful and whole.
" i wanna be adored " - the stone roses.
Great take on the mirror prompt. Breanne is young and doesn't see the lines of age or the graying of the hair. I can't wait to see her post. Mirrors can be very cruel. I do my best to stay away from them. LOL
Deleteawesome write! I understand completely as to seeing someone who isn't you. where did we go? our youthful faces and dreams and ambitions?
Deleteyeah wolfie, mirrors sometimes reflect things we don't want to see. but i need one to keep my hair fonzie cool ha ha. i like this site. it's like gotpoetry, but without the bullshitters - love and peace - paul.
Deleteyeah, thought i was gonna change the world when i was a radical punk rocker, but the world ground me down and changed me instead - take care bonita. love to pussy cats - paul.
DeleteMirrors can be deceiving when we look through the eyes of our own prejudices, that's a fact! I for one am delighted you have joined us, dear Paul, and enjoy your poetry so much here.
Deletethank you my friend. i'm glad to be here. been a poetry refugee since gotpoetry folded. still ticked off that all mahala blu's brilliant poetry was lost on that site, 'cos she didn't make copies - love and peace - paul.
DeleteThis is a very nice poem Paul Fowler. I enjoyed it very much. people change from year to year but I don't think you see it until you get really old.
DeleteI like this one even better. Nice job.
Deleteheeeyyy breanne, i'm not that old. i'm only fifty ha ha. thanks for reading kid - love and peace - paul.
Deletethanks victoria. one of my stranger ones. if i posted the really scary strange ones, you'd be scared ha ha - love and peace - paul.
Deletethe path is dark with wonder
ReplyDeletetree roots emerge
every few steps
the trees tangle tightly
I could see a touch of sunlight
through the forest
and I travel on in darkness
never feeling any fear
I follow the narrow pathway
silence is all I hear
I can tell that it is daytime
sun shines upon some leaves
the thick fog has now lifted
a rusty old gate stands there
I wonder of its existence here
in the middle of the woods
I travel on in darkness
never feeling any fear
I follow the narrow pathway
silence is all I hear
so soft and yet so chilling... well done!!!
Deletei love fog in the woods. the slow drip, drip of moisture from the leaves. there is an old gate near where i used to live, in the middle of nowhere, that led to a place that no longer exists.spooky! - love and peace - paul.
DeleteOOOO, Brrrr, sounds like the beginning of a story...or a song? Nice!
DeleteYes, very Poe-ish. And I agree is sounds like there should be more!
DeleteNana, this is kinda like the poem you wrote last week but it's scary. Well, not so much scary as it gave me goose bumps. I liked it a lot.
DeleteI could hear a tune behind this poem as you read it to me. I liked it a lot.
DeleteThe Crack In The Mirror
ReplyDeletethe crack in the mirror appears down my face
my memory is cracking too
the face in the mirror
is one I do not recall no matter what I do
with a funny crooked smile
and distorted memories of mirrors past
I see wrinkled skin and sad eyes
and I wonder how it happened so fast
disillusioned, I break the mirror
into hundreds of pieces there upon the floor
now the shards stare back at me
through a very different door
they showed me hundreds of pretty smiles
and eyes that do not fall
the light above erases wrinkles
and laughter fills the hall
nicely done!!! applause applause!! I love how breaking the mirror gave you more than one view of the person in the mirror.
Deletesometimes you have to break free from the mirror and show people what you have inside. the title of that story " through a mirror darkly " keeps coming to mind, but i can't remember who wrote it. i think it was ray bradbury? - love and peace - paul.
DeleteI look in a mirror
DeleteI see vibrant colors and sparks flying
a good spirit dashing from one side
to the other, wanting out to become its own
it's a vibe that is something you can't grasp
when it's right in front of you
and there is not always such beautiful visuals
rainy clouds and a storm up ahead
just waiting for the rumble of the thunder
and for the lightening to change the skys color
to a flashing dash of purple, pink, blue
somedays are good and fulfilled of happiness
and joy, the feeling of that makes my spirit go and go
until I run into the storm and it slows me down
you will always see happy and sad in the mirror
they clash together all fight to see light
who will win the day over; they do it every day
eventually, one will win, the dark will always sneak its way in to your dashing colors and your high spirits
but you're meant to come down sometime so you know
how grateful to be for the happy memories you have
Love it!!! What a delightfully colorful, energetic poem. Thanks for this wonderful expression of your energy and being.
DeleteThis is about Linda's poem...Very nicely done. I do like the idea of the mirror breaking into pieces all showing the smiles and that which formed your lovely face with the years accumulated there. Our lives are written on our faces and reflect all our past as well as our present. You have a lovely face.
DeleteBreanne... this is an awesome poem!! love the visuals! beautiful and fun and wonderfully written.
Deleteexcellent breanne. a unique take on the subject. we all run in to storms in our lives kid. but it is the nature of storms to pass - love and peace - paul.
DeleteLinda, I love it, love it, love it!!! Especially after the mirror breaks. It made me literally LOL.
DeleteBreanne, Yours has real promise. It is so wonderful getting to know you this way. I especially like the lines: rainy clouds and a storm up ahead / just waiting for the rumble of the thunder
DeleteMirror Vision
ReplyDeleteWhat you see is what you get,
eye of beholder defines it all,
handsome or ugly, thin or tall,
we perceive ourselves in what we see,
so I am you, and you are me!
though this is something we forget.
What you believe is what you'll see
thought or feeling will supercede
creating distortion that makes us need
to know what it is we do believe!
The eye, mind's prisoner, must deceive
until at last we're truly free.
What you see will tell you much
about yourself, so stop a while
consider whether to frown or smile
the mirror will let you know at once
whether you're genius or dunce
believe in what your heart can touch.
Your heart can tell where truth is hid,
though mind may silence it for a time,
the truth will ring with gentle chime
you'll hear it when you are in tune
believe in love, wish for the Moon
and you'll be very glad you did.
you hit the truth with this one! we all see ourselves differently and everyone who knows us sees us differently. it's all in perception and what we put out for people to see about us. good write!!!
Deletenice one tash. what you see is what you get with me too. unfortunately, i can't send in a picture to the sight 'cos some swine stole my digital camera. i still believe in love and wish for the moon.....or is it the other way around - love and peace - paul.
Deleteyou're absolutely right on this poem...it's definitely what you see is what you get and I will always believe in love and wish for the moon...
DeleteYou successfully wrote about what I tried in the short time I had this week. We really do seem to think alike. This works very well and yes, I have always considered myself very WSIWYG. LOL.
DeleteTasha, I enjoyed listening to this poem very much. I think it flowed amazingly well.
DeleteI also believe in love especially. Love make the whole world be a beautiful place to be.
Delete- This is Ken2shoes - from Gotpoetry -
DeleteVery thoughtful and well-constructed, Tasha!
Couldn't resist publishing this poem written a while ago, as it presents a different take on the subject. I will write a new one also for the woods prompt
ReplyDeleteA Very Grouse Day
ReplyDeleteFrom my deck I could see the path through the woods
it beckoned me to come walk - explore
we never hiked alone - always together
but today I was alone and the woods teased
and tempted me until I flung my camera
around my neck, grabbed my walking stick
headed for the peace of the forest.
Birds sang, squirrels chattered, a few deer
ran when they saw me but not before I caught
them on film to preserve for memories.
As I walked the quiet engulfed me - hypnotized me
until I forgot where I was and just walked in tranquil silence.
I heard a rustling in the brush and stopped
as a male grouse jumped onto the path in front of me
he danced and sang and spread his tail feathers
in a wonderful display of beauty as he tried to steer
me away from the path where his family nested.
I watched in fascination and wonder as he moved
back and forth with such aplomb and grace.
finally he settled down and went back to the nest
I continued my journey realizing too late
Mm camera hung around my neck and I was in such awe
Of the sight I had witnessed I never thought photograph it.
Love this. Very similar in beginning to mine but very different paths so to speak. LOL. And yeah, been there, done that, forgetting to take pictures at the best times.
DeleteI loved this poem, Aunt Bonnie. It amused me to picture the grouse doing his dance for you.
DeleteBonnie, You use words very well to express yourself. I enjoyed listening to this poem very much. Too bad you didn't catch that on film.
Deletewhat a wonderful walk that must have been bonita. i once got lost in a forest in the lake district once. i wasn't nervous though. it's better than being lost in a city. nothing is gonna hurt you in a forest.the worst that could have happened was i might get nibbled by a bunny ha ha. yeah. i've seen things when i wish i had my camera, thinking " no one is gonna believe this if i don't have a picture " - love and peace - paul.
ReplyDeletethat was a beautiful walk in the forest!!! The grouse dances around while the killdeer pretends to have a broken wing to lead you away from the nest. I love how birds especially find ways to lead people away from their eggs and their young. I can understand being so enthralled you would have forgotten to take a beautiful photo!!!
ReplyDeleteI feel so bad that I haven't posted anything. It's been one of those weeks and I'm off to a karate tournament. I will read through and comment on poems when I'm in the hotel room tonight. And for now, because I MUST post on Breanne's first prompt, here's an old one that kind of fits the theme.
ReplyDeleteMAP OF THE AREA
I hiked alone, liked how it felt,
to be where no one would look if
I got lost. I had my trail map,
signposts painted on trees, dots to
guide me through the green trail, white trail,
blue trail, yellow trail. I stopped, knew
I had no idea where
I was, my map too vague, signs
pointed in all directions.
I heard bird songs, wind rustled
leaves, sounds I had come to hear.
I saw budded trees, green plants,
marshes, rocks, hills, things I had
come to see. I longed for what
I had left behind by choice.
Did you mean what you didn't know about because the map was vague? I was a bit puzzled by the last line--how did you choose? Sorry to be dense. Funny how we do think along the same lines. Sometime if you like send me your birth information--date, time, place, I'd love to see if there is congruence between our charts.
Deleteour beginnings are similar and we hadn't seen each others poems when we wrote them so I guess the saying great minds run on the same track works here... lol. yours has a deeper meaning though and is about more than a walk in the forest but a metaphor for life in general...at least that's how it felt to me.
Deleteenjoyed this one victoria. i sometimes get off at train stations where i don't know where i am to get deliberataly lost and have an adventure. karate huh? remind me never to get you pissed off with me. i already know a female boxer, who could knock me out with one punch - love and peace - paul.
Deletethis is a swell piece!!!! I used to love to try to get lost in my woods but I know it so well now that I can find my way back from any given point. LOL
Deleteyou are a very good poet. I enjoy reading your poems. This one was very fun to imagine in my mind.
DeleteVictoria, I enjoyed listening to this poem. I could visualize you being lost and being happy about it. Linda and I were in the cascade mountains and we were on a trail where we unloaded our backpacks and left stuff in a hollow log, like our alarm clock for one.
DeleteBallad of the Dark Wood
ReplyDeletePanting, disheveled, filled with dismay,
Onto the dark path I stumbled my way.
Following after me, waving his cane
my master screamed "Stop, you will pay me in pain!"
How did this happened? Alas and alack
My chores were all finished, nor had I been slack,
I'd done up the dishes, the washing, the beds
Emptied the chamber pots, swept out the shed.
I'd straightened my mean little old attic space,
Tidied the downstairs and dusted the place
Then I heard a commotion, went out the back door,
saw a sight so familiar, it made my heart sore.
Poor mistress was weeping, I didn't know why
But somehow the master was making her cry.
I saw that the master was having a fit,
and got in the way so she wouldn’t be hit.
When he hit me instead, I took of on the run
"You troublesome wench, oh now see what you've done."
He shouted and chased me with face fit to kill
"I’ll see that you’re punished for this, yes I will"
I hurried along in that dark, fearsome wood
hoping I'd find my way back if I could.
I peered through the trees, saw a small light ahead
Crept closer and closer, my heart filled with dread.
Then a sweet little voice spoke so gently to me,
"Poor child, may I help you?" I looked round to see
a small white haired lady with arms open wide
"Come into my home, oh do come on inside."
I followed her in, and there on the table
Was honey and bread. "Please eat if you're able."
I told her my story; she smiled and said, "Dear,
Perhaps you would like to come live with me here."
So now I am happy to live in this wood.
My life has improved; it has changed for the good,
I never went back but have stayed here instead
with my kind, loving mistress and a comfortable bed.
reads like a dark fairy tale ... i like the rhythm of this one
DeleteThank you! I appreciate your kind comment.
DeleteThis is a very nice poem indeed!!! I love the tale itself, the rhyme and the rhythm. good job!
DeleteI love this poem. It is a very interesting story that rhymes really well.
DeleteTasha, this is terrific. Like Victoria said it reads like a dark fairy tale with a bright ending.
DeleteThanks everyone for all your nice comments.You are all very kind.
Deletei agree with bonita. like a fairy tale.a bit of snow white to it. glad there was a happy ending. i could do with one of those - love and peace - paul.
Deletemirror, mirror on the wall
ReplyDeletewhat's the word on this guy named Paul
is he good or is he bad
or is he screwed up like his dad
can he feel with his heart and mind
or is he cold and partially blind
what is the sum of this image before me
should I embrace him or should I flee
who has he helped out and who has he hurt
does he really engage with others or is he curt
I think this guy is misrepresented
I really can't decide if he's good or demented
don't know why but this made me chuckle. good write! love it. deep but with a sense of humor.
DeleteNice one!!! Got lots of neat ideas there, and the rhymes are really fine. Great conversation with the mirror!
ReplyDeletemirrors can be cruel creatures paul. sometimes just there to remind us how crazy we are - love and peace - paul.
ReplyDeleteJust a note here. This is the most comments we have ever gotten on any prompt so far. Good show everybody!!!!
ReplyDelete