Out of the woods

By Louise178

Thu, 22 Sep 2022
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7 comments
 

Out of the woods 

into the sun 

Is history paying 

me back 

for things I've 

never done 

 

Into the trees 

with little breeze 

Stale air gets stuck 

it's hard to breathe

as immortal souls 

big and bold 

surround the life 

you can not hold 

 

Out of the woods

I'm clinging on 

through bendy roads 

stark ridges of hills 

When all at once 

my path is clear 

and a giant whispers 

into my ear.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Certificate U
Poem
Poems
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by TJW on

Describe a giant's whisper.  I'm curious. 

V/R 

TJ

 

Submitted by Louise178 on

It's something that happened to me and I thought my description fitted nicely. Some people may think I'm talking of God. Or it could just be an unworldly voice. Or a clear, low, soft voice as from a giant when he whispers into your ear.

 

Louise

Submitted by TJW on

Clear, low and soft. 

Much obliged,

V/R 

TJ

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I liked your poem very much, particularly 

"as immortal souls 

big and bold 

surround the life 

you can not hold "

and 

"When all at once 

my path is clear 

and a giant whispers 

into my ear."

Immortal souls made me think of very old, big trees, though they are not immortal, they will have seen more years than anything else on Earth. I am glad you described the voice, had wondered about that, too

 

Submitted by Louise178 on

Thank you for taking the time to comment. I was talking of old trees, so am glad you picked up on that.

 

Louise

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Louise, I feel that your poem has a lot to it.

Is your giant kind and friendly?

xxRay

Submitted by Louise178 on

 

Louise