Let's once stop at the places where the trains never stop!

It's not just about nature.Read it and solve the hidden conundrums on your own.Goodluck:)

Let's once stop at the places where the trains never stop!

To discover and solve the conundrums they envelope

If given a moment,I would make the most of it

Trying to gambol with those enigmatic boughs projecting from an unfathomable tree.

The tree reminds me of my grandma.

Who said that she had hair completely white?

She was fresh and cocoa-coloured ;like a figure dominating serenity.

Let's obliterate the word "family" for a while

They are oblivious of my wanderings;

Let me just light up their faces,

By taking home a handful of posies.

Oh my god,

Are these golden fields even real

Or,a stupid,fantasy-play once again,by my mind?

These fit into the category of sensual

As defined by the stupendous poets from time to time.

You see,I'm no Wordsworth,a boy of nature

But today he should have been alive to see his great,great,great...admirer,living as a pantheist!

Why do I need to be sun-kissed?That's so mainstream!

I need to elevate and kiss the sun and become a pantheist.

I need to get inside those tiny,rabbit holes and look at the small world on the other side.

Let me make myself flexible and cuddled up all throughtout its length where light and darkness can have a foreplay

I promise not to look at that intercourse,

I promise not to brag about it.

I can have those edible leaves and freshly harvested wheat for the brunch,

Since the train-tea only gives me a feeling of expunge

The luscious water from those tiny rivulets can make me young again

But,wait a minute,when was I even old?

It's just that I was deprived of this nature's gold and thus failed to be bold.

Even if I miss my train,there will be no regrets

Afterall,nature is not conventional or an everyday-friend

Yes,I can even see the stars from my bedroom window

But the joy of seeing it here cannot match that trivial thought

I can lie amidst those yellow posies and play my guitar

Even if I am a novice,nature will transform it into a newly invented art

I can really afford to spend the night ,

Even if they say the witches might come out

I can never fret Hecate under the guidance of the stars so devout.

I can only dream of it,a dream of meeting someone so perfect

But nature will remain a stranger;

A stranger so perfect

That I will never be able to see it again.

Author's Note

Though a bit long, it's worth it.Thanks for reading

Reviews

[Misery]

It is a bit long, but you have formed it into nice bite-sized pieces.
I love the imagery, but your conundrums do have me stymied.
You may be able to declare "Check-Mate" soon...but for now, I am still puzzling over this one.

[fattycbreezy52]

omg?was i really so complicated at this ?I guess I am very much like Blake.No one could ever understand Blake.I am complicated as I already had mentioned in one of my poems(a sort of letter-"You dont know me enough".Try reading that.I hope you understand me and my conundrums .Otherwise,just shut your eyes and start calling me "Blake".I won't mind;D