A Child Stood Silently and Alone

[Raymond Neely]

by Raymond Neely

A child stood silently and alone
wondering about the day,
when stirred by a breeze,
and as the outdoor world dawned upon
the senses of the child,
the unkempt, unshaped shrubs
whispered, and the voices of nature:
You are the grassy lands,
original, aboriginal sophistry.
The largest hills on either side
are the shoulders of Atlas.
The fog fingers into the
lowest of hollows and cuts
of streams as it lingers
below the higher mountains
of the river valley.
It is a home of beauty,
a deciduous jungle.
The rugged ridges and
random stacked summits
speak of survival, of
lasting ancestry.
The lowest and deepest of ancient
rivers are contemporaries of this moment,
glimmering and sounding in the living second.
The steep banks and networked grooves,
mapped of stones, crags, and streams,
are meanings as they stand and stare at passers
and speak with angles and histories.
Their roots are understand and
are guided through and molded within
the observers and passers.
Gnarled in the crooked back hollow
are the shaped eyes of a tree person--
they are your eyes.

[cynthiacox]

WOW! This is awesome. I find your style hard to decipher at first reading as this. By the time I found the end, it is amazing.

The combination of humanity with mother nature is a very nice twist and presentation of how the two intertwine. Pardon me, if I read into writing deeply but for me I like to find what it means and how it appeals to me~this is just my feedback. A nice read. Thank you for sharing:)

[Raymond Neely]

Thanks for the reading. You are not far off about your interpretation. It is fine, and thanks a lot for participating on the website. I am absolutely delighted about this. Everyone is doing so well on here. It's a dream come true.

Raymond

[stephengodfrey]

very nice Raymond thanks for sharing buddy. Steve