(such a brilliant poem: Guru; forgive me, I just had to try and respond however inadequate my words may read aside - your poetic genius).. those symbolic Bilberries of yearned-for, modest perfection do indeed stain our legacies churn our guts, till our eyes: glare Green and somewhere in that mirage of our shadow's shed we awaken, a small sprouting of hope accustomed to aiming low, for being planted in a world with diminishing light: to begin with...-L. B. Mek
traversing straight, is a fine - trait its just, they bequeathed us a path so narrow: we lack, scope - enough to envision a future beyond, that abundantly incessant strife foreshadowing, our every step...-L. B. Mek
A very philosophical write. Well written with a strong message.-Andy Hunter
directionless we may find ourselves momentarily now and then, but pathless is a state we can never be whilst we yet: draw breath... for even in our mind's this life we traverse, is endless in its variety and scope; its only ourselves, that limit our possibilities horizon's by squinting needlessly instead of trusting, in our ability... The Compass Failed.-L. B. Mek
yep, so few know that 'the wasteland' was partly inspired by the miserable divorce, T. S. Elliot, experienced.. 'Ignited': Indeed...! (but its Peaches, he dared: not mangoes) lol-L. B. Mek
Like most of what you write, I love this verse. And even as sad as the outcome in this poem seems, you're a survivor.-Willys Watson
I agree with Carlos. A poem of mystery and hidden meanings that are clouded behind some obtuse images. One for the lovers of abstract poetry. -Marina
this poem really has a mystery to it. It can have so many meanings attributed to it. I enjoy reading works like this. They leave it up to the reader to decipher. Wonderful work, thank you for sharing your art.-Carlos L Estrada
A sad tale of impending death whether it be life or soul.-Poetic Beauty