Sorrow's Path

I.

To dream of what may be,
from seeds; antiquity

I traveled, the wetter

roads of sorrow,

past heavy leaves to marrow

deep among the trees

tall, long standing judgments;

demonstrators...
...softly chanting, “here comes death's participator”

II.

She is the fire, heating realms

for liquid's desire; flowing free to

unclog the roots of reluctance,

green shoots the impossible,
the yellow sky; remarkable

a mustard seed
miniscule in direction
arises strong, to a higher place

alive, a loving passion.

III.

Then this too, a failure
falling from an ax edge

sowing the forest's tenure

a death none the less

for dreams to be forgotten

absent; another blessed, who's pathway he's

considered rotten.

Author's Note

Reviews

[B]

It seems like you have a crowd that points the finger and judges
and she is the only one who doesnt
who is pure enough to take you away

lovely

[modtoddinc]

I appreciate your review.

Peace, Todd

[Philip Muls]

To dream of what may be. A great opening.

The trees stand to judge...strong imagery.

[modtoddinc]

Thank you for visiting and reviewing my poem.

Peace, Todd

[Coyote Poetry]

I felt more sadness than hope.
"Then this too, a failure
falling from an ax edge
sowing the forest's tenure"
The poem told a story of journey, place and ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[modtoddinc]

Thanks for your review Coyote, I agree with your opinion.

Peace,Todd

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Todd.

[Terry O'Leary]

To dream, to hope are the essence of life...
Nice evocative poem!!

[wordman]

i guess eyes are upon us at all stages of our lives

[terry smith]

The great trees are like the elders of the world...seeing all...