Suzanne Hayasaki

Menomonee Falls, WI, USA
Suzanne Hayasaki
Menomonee Falls, WI, USA
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Cedar Trees

Rating: 3.8
Surrounded by leaning cedar trees
We drive slowly along narrow roads
Edged in with drifts of rusty pine needles
Hoping each curve will be the last.

We break back into the light and sigh
Only to have the only road forward
Narrow and darken again
Like the mouth of some ancient snake.
Like mendicant monks we keep moving.
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Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: forest,isolation,mountains
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COMMENTS
Glen Kappy 28 March 2018
hey, suzanne! i suspect, even if i hadn't had a prose preview of this experience, that i would have appreciated your description which brought me in to share this experience. and the ending, with its wondering and looking back in time, gives it a satisfying depth of perspective. i thought of two poems of my own reading it, after all day hike and pristine. -glen
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Subhas Chandra Chakra 27 March 2018
What could have driven them Deep into the mountains alone? Did it feel like a womb? Did it feel like a tomb? Wow, what a poem, so beautiful, so delicately written, so thought provoking.. Love your skill of writing dear poetess. Thanks for the nice poem.10+++++++++++++++
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Dr Antony Theodore 27 March 2018
Like mendicant monks we keep moving. We feel utterly cut off from the familiar. We open the windows and smell the green...did it feel like a womb..... fine poetic imagaination..... your poetic heart wanders in the woods hearing the sounds of silence.. simply beautifullllllll. thank you dear poetess. tony
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