week 308 ~ inspecting the boundaries
inspecting the boundaries
of a life reconsidered
in a forest without trees
you can’t count what no one sees
and so much time’s been frittered
inspecting the boundaries
gathering lost memories
if one falls will it be heard
in a forest without trees
hostile winds blow cold dreams freeze
battered by each unkind word
inspecting the boundaries
of love bring us to our knees
is optimism absurd
in a forest without trees
all tangents go where they please
hope progresses undeterred
inspecting the boundaries
in a forest without trees
An interesting poem to ponder.
slpmartin
September 12, 2014 at 1:26 pm
Thank, Charles– a mix of inspirations here.
mairmusic
September 13, 2014 at 2:30 pm