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Click hereTangled in vines
of my own forest
for I have not gardened
my mind lately.
I unsheathe my knife
that cut not butter
and tossed it away.
For it is here
in my jungle
that I plan to stay.
I reached for a berry
as hunger grabbed me.
But the thorns
dug deeper
with each reach.
Till I settled,
for a tooth widdlin' twig.
The grass was a carpet
of lazy let me stay,
but I dare not nibble it
for I know not what pee'd
when it passed this way.
I held Ivy
and wish I hadn't
for the he-be-gee-bees got me
scratched my ass
out of that vine
headed to the house
for some calamine.
Unsure why,
we pit ourselves
against ourselves
and settle for what we have,
Finding our paths
and wishing I had
tried harder
to get the berry.
the boy scout motto is available, TK U MLJ LV NV
A most unfortunate trip to the Woods ~ assailed by all manner of woodland perils.
that you provoke in your writes, gives meaning to new images.. and leaves inspiring words to roll across my tongue.. thank you for the read !! sweetGApeaches
it will not be the one berry you will reach in your hunger -it will be the entire bush you will feast upon, mi amigo. <smile> This was a new facet of your talents that I read this morning, Art; a touch of zen at first felt and that led Me then into the subtleties of a thought provoking message. This was a nice change up for Me to see coming from your pen... and I very much enjoyed it!!!
Vixxx