Out of the Woods

I lived all those lives, but never lived at all.
I was in the clearing in the woods.
The trees above my naked eyes.
That sudden hush as the forest held its breath.
And then, an endless moment later,
Birds and trees and wind rushed back to life
And went on about their business,
As I died and never told a living soul.
My cave beneath bracken and fern
Has only room for one.



Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2012-11-15 at 07:17

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John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
This is both graphic and thought provoking. A compelling atmosphere. I enjoyed it alot. Thankyou for sharing it with us. *applaud*

Regards,
John.
2012-11-18


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This has me thinking... well done well written.

Joe
2012-11-16


Rob Graber
Powerful and evocative!
2012-11-15