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Wool

January 1, 2019
By LaurenceHayward SILVER, Sturminster Newton, Other
LaurenceHayward SILVER, Sturminster Newton, Other
8 articles 9 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
We are all in the gutter, but some us are looking at the stars.


You wander across the greying plain

Here it is wild and here it is peace.

Roots and brambles trip you in your daze

Before you reach the clearing and breathe in release.

 

A dark cloud of ink on blotting paper sky

There are no faces on the trees, not now.

A question lurks somewhere, but why?

The ground is so solid you could cry.

 

Overcast, slightly too cold. Meagre shiver.

Lingering dialogue and shards of light.

The water still gurgles in the creek,

But there is nothing and no one in sight.

 

The horizon presses down on you,

Why did you ever think you could manage?

A small bird lands, bold against the grey hue.

You smiled, and away it flew.


The author's comments:

This is about a lonely young person, feeling more and more isolated. They are outside, on an overcast day, in a setting they know well. They are overwhelemed by their lonliness. 


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