The Willow Dome

Walk with me to the willow dome. 
Follow the eccentric to his home.
All can be answered
and you could be the easel 
for his thought;
Or do i say ezel for those
who think in dutch?

Travel through the narrow lanes,
whilst taking in the concise silence. 
This is the ecology what is living 
and there observers. 
Do not claim duress, 
Your hand is free to let go.  

Creep through the ragged rock,
Emancipation will soon follow. 
The weeds are emblazoned against the walls, 
They stand dignified. 
Humanity has ceased a while back. 
Pesticides cannot stop  new life. 
"Its beautiful" your eyes say, 
I am elated at such Freudian slips. 

A couple of steps further now. 
You will know I have not been fulsome. 
All has been an illusion
 for us to gain level;
Watch the concave thoughts disappear, 
I have removed your illogical fear. 

We have reached the willow dome. 
New flagstones decorate the ground. 
The first question I asked of many was 
"Does the circle which forms its pattern, 
Rotate outward or rotate in?"; 
Over Time I discovered the question. 
Only the road in the past 
 forever moves one way.  

Reviews

[luna rose]

Truly wonderful. I love the last stanza... and it poses a very interesting question: "Does the circle which forms its pattern/rotate outward of rotate in?"
That is definitely something to ponder on a deep philosophical level. Personally, I would say it does a little bit of both... perhaps a bit more inward than outward.

[Pushkar Prabhat]

Wow! Profound write my friend!
You are a gifted writer!
I loved it!
Keep sharing. :):)

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

Thank you! You never fail to give your thoughts, and to that I am honored!

[Pushkar Prabhat]

You are welcome...! :)

[sharonlee]

A very profound stream of thought. Are we ever certain where the road leads and what we'll find?

[sharonlee]

So true... but also, therein lay the surprises.

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

exactly :)

[Sami Khalil]

The title , the poem are splendid...Bravo......................