Callie Carroll


A Walk - Poem by Callie Carroll

The stark white of a sycamore
glints in the dappled forest.
A towhee rings clearly in the distance.
A trio of deer stare across the glen.
Their dark eyes lock on mine
and ask 'Why are you here? '

You reject the longer path
while I draw back,
reluctant to leave
the calm and quiet.

Then I see them-
Pale feather-cut leaves
and two hidden hearts
nestled at the base of a tree.
Common, yet delicate and graceful.
I almost missed them.

Return to me, linger
to see the hidden treasures.
What might you miss-
Your heart?
Mine?

Topic(s) of this poem: relationships


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Sights seen during my lifetime of walks coalesced into a poem.

Comments about A Walk by Callie Carroll

  • (4/13/2014 1:05:00 PM)


    So pretty! you have a way with words :)
    Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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  • (9/27/2009 10:20:00 AM)


    sad and beatuful Callista....love is a journey to be taken together, hand in hand, looking through each other's eyes, through each other's steps, all the way..... (Report) Reply

  • (5/3/2009 7:11:00 AM)


    Beautiful writing Callista. 'You take the low road, I'll take the high road'. We can be lonely when we are not alone. The ending sad. 10/10 Karin Anderson (Report) Reply

  • (3/30/2009 2:48:00 PM)


    I see a poignant portrait of two people who pursued a life apart. Angst..... reverberates.....while questions....................linger! (Report) Reply

  • Emily Oldham (9/28/2008 1:05:00 PM)


    I like the last few verses... they just flow perfectly... this poem is perfect (Report) Reply

  • (7/20/2008 9:15:00 PM)


    The end transforms everything anf puts a whole new framework round it all.
    I love the quiet mastery of sound in this and in all your poems.
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  • (4/27/2008 4:35:00 PM)


    Callie, this is terrific!

    Then, there- I see them,
    Pale feather-cut leaves and two hidden hearts
    nestled at the base of a tree.
    Common- but delicate and graceful.
    Blessed. I almost missed them

    Nested in the natural beauty of a poingant trail I almost missed it too! Rgds, Ivan
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  • Dr.subhendu Kar (4/24/2008 2:16:00 AM)


    yet inspiring by the glints of love
    when dappled by the the colors
    stll when glitters by the calmness.............when wroght by the ingenuity yet of genere sui-generis, well penned,10/10-thanks for sharing
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  • (4/19/2008 6:36:00 AM)


    This is inspired writing. So many accurate communicative metaphors that are either product of a strong imagination or someone who went out and did their research before writing. All in a case of a light natural word flow. Very good work indeed. (Report) Reply

  • Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello (4/19/2008 6:02:00 AM)


    The last three lines end with a question mark. When one comes to grips with questions as: 'Who are you? Why are you here? needs to linger. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 18, 2014


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