Alone with the Trees
by Jeff Nolan
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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A child lost in the woods.
Falling, faster than a planet through the external
digestions of internal erroneous processes.
Systems: deteriorating, melting, composing;
Everything, but a child, wounded,
walking through the woods.
Lost, alone, distraught.
Entangled in a web of pain.
Hungry, thirsty. Lost. In the woods.
Will he ever be found?
Perhaps at the end of time in the middle
of the night on a lonely street filled
with drunkards walking by.
Street drunkards who now live in the forest.
Eating and drinking.
Being and seeing.
Naked they will find him.
Bloody and lost, almost dead, laying
under a tall tree with a smile of
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|Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson
|pain and freedom
|Reviewed by William Haynes
|Yes, I see what you meant when you compared our work.
I thought of new york when I read that piece, the sensation of being alone like the forests and the child.
|Reviewed by Jennifer Holly MacDonald
|Been there and done that. Been absolutely lost, I mean. I'm sure I've danced drunk in a forest a time or two, also :-)
As much as this poem expresses a great pain, I found it uplifting. Only because I have been there and have come out of it.
"Naked they will find him" denoted being found and "almost dead" I've taken to mean being found before the death occurs, which is how I feel about my current life.
I'm still not sure 'who' found me, but it was someone with the compassion I needed.
Great work. See how it sparked all this in me? You definitely have an impact.
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Reviewed by Barbara Smith
|Jeff, I felt a sense of pain as I read this. A picture of a lost one is so well depicted in this.|