Hard Reality Poem by James McLain
Hard Reality
In a wood that's lush and deep and green I sat,
Looking at a path that leads from left to right.
A single lonely figure that was I, and here the fog
Was moist and warm and white.
Beneath her dress the hem was cold the ice
Around her bush.
The leaves were gone and none were green or even
Brown that could be by us seen.
It once was grassy green the water flowed but now is stilled.
Both day and night and mornings mist,
The evenings equaled stayed until the moon
Rose high and full.
Two paths lay here in the past, a book that's
Read by all.
In stillness water flew with grassy green mountains and mist unveiled the reality. This poem is very brilliantly penned. Thank you very much for sharing this lovely poem.10
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5/2/2024 12:41:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
something tells me this is a bit philosophical. hmm? a bush, with leaves green or brown, or none at all, is still a bush! ! ! grab ahold of it and don't let it ever loose. this poem is easy to read and peaceful, even though it IS (maybe) philosophical. i don't philosophize much. there's not much money 'in it'. bri :)