strawberry fields

strawberry fields

　

the awful art of hurt 

 

 every thing

reminds of my stay in this country

 

(a tree i stay in when i want

for future

and past park my shade in when i needs

　

it is my me, this branch, this high place

　

it is what is

as if the leaf and vine and pouring air comes in

to sooth the tremble in

the heart

　

oh, leave me here

for all the ever there ever is

alone

　

all alone with no one outside to trouble me

let the coming come to me

my hand thinks as well as the head the foot

climbs the leg and knee and all the imagined things

　

are here, a part of me.

Reviews

[Sbernie18]

It's a good write, can sometimes be hard to read. The lines are hard to understand and connect immediately. But it is still a really well thought out poem. So overall good job. I'd like to read something else you've written.