Walked along the crooked path.
Old English. New math.
I throw an anchor, out toward shore. Beach and land, not ready for much more.
Pray hard, for all that might.
Tearfully hoping, for more than insight.
Quiet murmers…
Rustling leaves…
Untrustworthy breeze.
Where to go during these occasions?
Where to go on these occasions?
Mystery
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I don’t think I quite understood the full meaning behind the words, but this made me feel something, so I believe it’s beautiful.
I was being vague and cerebral toward current personal events. But if you wish for any explanation, I invite you to clarify which line(s). I’ll clarify only one though, so either be specific or give me options if you question more than one stanza.
No, that’s okay. I knew it wasn’t meant to be spelled out. I just meant that, like most people, I try to read into the meaning, and I figured that I might not get the poems meaning to you since it’s most likely based on personal things. However, even though it’s not personal to me I still feel something when I read this, which is a great accomplishment.
I think this piece of literary work is a job well done. You truly have a gift to take the reader to another place. 🙂