The Clearing

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    The Clearing

    Peering out clearly from the woods was a yearling
    Using the eerie to help it move about warrily
    Learing about fearfully from the woods at the clearing
    Gearing up to dash but it's gasping is hindering
    Nearly too scerene, likely the gap is in surrendering
    Every other time this splendering of fall is...is well, rendering

    Yes, maybe no?
    Understanding the lazier ladies home
    Out from the woods to grace wheat of gold
    Ravings the ravens told with the songs of baby crows
    Likely though, told from the woods and not by the bold
    Songs of souls sold sully for taking tolls
    From the woods, fully for taking hold
    Eeries ta hold, or a fake ten fold

    Now and again I see from the woods, he could come
    I for one from the woods would run, would run
    Too, everything less experience is cheeky when tounged
    Of course she'll never know if she should run none

    Nerves racked but building, eduring a minds devision
    Asuring herself again, ensuring a wise descision

    Oceans of emotions now corroding the notion
    Coping with the hopless joke of the open for chosen
    Now and again, know, she could surely be the one chosen for trophey
    Evoking the thought of eloping is hosing
    An event unspoken, from the woods she's choking!

    Of this one dear little yearling, fear has left clearly
    From the woods, for the clearing

    Kinder, I guess to have had only one step.
    I fret it would of been worse having tasted the rest.
    Dreading death, being the dead.
    Never the less, drugged in the den.

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    ThePen commented on The Clearing

    12-29-2008

    Dude!!!! That was intense. I love poems like this, but you will lose the simple audience. Very few people love to think these days. They want a simple sip, and done. You know? But beautifully done!!!

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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