how to put into words
blank card unfolds
with pencil in hand
as I sit in silence
waiting for the words
instead I draw
a little lost boy
in pursuit of his soul
in the cherished woods
a network of leaves forbids
the sun from shining
upon the moss-covered floor
as the sounds of the silent march
carry on
the young man calls
into the branches
certain someone above
understands his prayer
april two thousand thirteen
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Please stop reading my mind for I am still that lost little boy although I have seen 68 springtimes.
i will do my best but no promises
This is really beautiful. Haven’t read normal twitter feed in ages. But caught this one tonight. Am glad I did.
Thanks so much, Maggie, so glad you did too. 😀
We are all lost sometimes. More and more, what I find difficult to say comes out in art. This poem really calls out to me as a transfortio from words to the visual.
Thank you so much for letting me know this poem speaks to you. I’m so glad it does.
a moving piece..if only the leaves give way for the sun and light, this lost boy would find peace.
thank you my friend – perhaps one day