into the woods

the mineral taste of soil in my mouth
pine needles pricking my back
red ants biting my toes

i thought i got away, that i escaped
but now i see i walked in circles
caught forever in these woods

trees are tall when you see them from below
stretching up towards the brilliant sky
that blinds your dirt-worn eyes





Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2015-03-02 at 08:04

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Maria Silvia
Similar to a nightmare
but also shows our smallness in univrsum
2015-05-02


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent writing, as always.
2015-03-05


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
So you join Winnie-the-Pooh and Piglet circling the tree, following your own footprints.

Pooh is undone at the revelation:

"I have been Foolish and Deluded," said he, "and I am a Bear of No Brain at All."

"Christopher Robin assures him that he is the best bear in all the world. 'Am I?' says Pooh hopefully. And then he cheers right up, and remembers that it is almost lunch time, and goes home for it.

You are the best bear in all the world, Åsa.
2015-03-02



I could make many readings of this and still see something new:)
Very skilful writing:)
2015-03-02