Cows that get lost without a trace In dense forests, Among sprawling leaves, between green trees, Where there seems to be no end, and if it ends, another identical forest begins...
The fruitless search has its own result " An attempt.
I don't know these feelings, for I haven't lost anything I wonder if perhaps I've lost Something important " I try to remember But in vain, Nothing like that has happened.
Farmers who lose cows, Talk to other farmers About how they lost, Simply put, money.
"I tried but couldn't find it," they say, While extinguishing tobacco in an oddly deformed shape.
Interesting and thought-provoking, Mari. Well, forests are sometimes used to represent a clouded mind; and this piece seems to revolve around the concept of what can be "lost". Pointless searching, is another topic; explored within this relatively brief but meaningful write. Around which, the thinking gone through, search for resolution and accompanying uncertainty; are all considered too. If only, we were like farmers; with the mono need to find a lost cow? Indeed, they seem to have possible remedies to hand; from fellow farmers and simply by spending. As in a few of the writer's other poems, I noticed that this one has a rural backdrop. And, indirectly; that kind of location has brought back the linkage with isolation (another favoured feature of the writer). Indeed, even in my country; isolation for people in agricultural areas is acknowledged to be problematic for those concerned. Do keep writing. And, I accept "read requests" too.
Interesting and thought-provoking, Mari. Well, forests are sometimes used to represent a clouded mind; and this piece seems to revolve around the concept of what can be "lost". Pointless searching, is another topic; explored within this relatively brief but meaningful write. Around which, the thinking gone through, search for resolution and accompanying uncertainty; are all considered too. If only, we were like farmers; with the mono need to find a lost cow? Indeed, they seem to have possible remedies to hand; from fellow farmers and simply by spending. As in a few of the writer's other poems, I noticed that this one has a rural backdrop. And, indirectly; that kind of location has brought back the linkage with isolation (another favoured feature of the writer). Indeed, even in my country; isolation for people in agricultural areas is acknowledged to be problematic for those concerned. Do keep writing. And, I accept "read requests" too.
Why oh why do I think of Alice in Wonderland when reading your words?! Your world of cows in forests and.. seem far apart, certainly in my land but, yet.. seems possibly possible. Perhaps. Your writing is intriguing. Will return for more, Mari Chubinidze