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Into the woods

Contributed by trini on Tuesday, 26th June 2007 @ 06:17:03 AM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous



Into the woods was where she ran
Amongst the leaves and trees
Sticks and stone of her childhood
Lay waiting for her
A confused wind pushes past
As she sits with her friend
Called worries

Soon engulfed again by the darkness
Which drains her body
So peacefully so silently

But it cannot
And shall not be blamed
The cryptic meaning of her misfortunes can be found
In each branch that lay before her
For they were the ones
That truly hurt her
A word is only a word
But the meaning can last forever
This sullen darkness only masks the scars
T'is a gracious host
For her story should never be told

But yet

A mistreated mutt
Will still come when it's called
Slowly the envious sun strikes away the moon
Daylight is her godforsaken master
The grass weeps silently at its sight

On she will march towards her hell
To wait for her precious night
To blanket the sky and return




Copyright © trini ... [ 2007-06-26 06:17:03]
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Re: Into the woods (User Rating: 1 )
by aloneinthememory on Tuesday, 26th June 2007 @ 07:01:30 AM AEST
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I like this poem. It's got a lot of emotion in it. Very good:)

Fox


Re: Into the woods (User Rating: 1 )
by Neo-Theatre on Tuesday, 26th June 2007 @ 09:49:42 AM AEST
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The neo-theatres find this an excellent poem.

We are quite partial to precious night blanketing the sky ourselves.

The strophes move beautifully.

Keep the situation dark, let the tinsel linger;
that's how you'll create the universe.

TNT





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