An Oak TreeA Poem by Cindy
What is this place
in my soul, reflected in decaying realms of subservience? Where do the rocks and trees begin and do they feel the wrath of emptiness? No response is necessary as i immerse myself in all that I crave. It's bluish green and extends in to uncertainty, like an Oak that kisses a river. It's clean and old. It's new and inspiring. It gushes white water foam and leads me to all I need. Everything makes sense, but nothing is labeled. Nothing is real, but I feel it all. Confusion about illusions of anything confirm that all is true. © 2014 Cindy |
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Added on August 13, 2014 Last Updated on August 13, 2014 Tags: poetry, experimental poetry, free verse, spiritual |