Kaspa Richards

(29/08/1988 / London, England)

Forest Of Seclusion


Sitting in my forest of seclusion I close my eyes,
I think of the birds on the wing high in the sky,
And how they teach me no matter the impossibility
There’s a way if I find it, a way for me to fly

Then I wonder why, alone in my forest of seclusion
The good ones die? grief’s in my heart,
What’s the reason for this intrusion? But it made me strong
And they’ll live on, for death as an end is just an illusion

And then in my forest of seclusion, I see a pack of wolves
And they teach me with the beauty of there movement,
To be at one with our world, and everything included,
So we would never see a broken world in need of improvement

And then a hoot from the owl cuts through the air
A reminder from this hunter to use your eyes beware,
Coz even alone in my forest of seclusion out of nowhere,
I could be pursued, its either reality or delusion,

Submitted: Friday, July 24, 2009
Edited: Sunday, July 26, 2009

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  • Rookie - 890 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (7/25/2009 12:05:00 AM)

    Not a bad effort at free-verse....watch your puctuation, and run-ons....Also Stanza 3/Line 2...It should be''Their'' NOT there) The piece requires more work, however, your foundation leaves you solid potential to work with. There are segments that move mellifluously, and in general the stanzaic structure is decent....Keep that pen pumpin, Kaspar(hope you know i was only kidding on the reply i left on your forum post to ''mean opinion''...lol!

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