Is it like a dead species pushed under our feet

I'm not sure I really understand all it's meaning, but the words and stanzas just flow so perfectly in a constant river of imagery. Thank you for sharing this

Thank you for reading. :) I had a hill too but it was taken over by cows.

you have placed a lot of beauty & wonder into your poem. the dream is the journey, & to finish it would be sad. unless it ends on a beach...

Feels like - the dream is the journey & to finish it would be sad. - has said a lot, without much fuss, which is the best way to do it. So thank you very much for your comment.

Chuffed about that. Thank you! :)

Merda,

where are all your poems? Its just not cricket missus, talent like yours should be written by the hour.

anyhow, I found an odd mix of different thoughts that seemed to gel together nice, romantic  ..maybe, some great imagery on the woods, the sound of the chainsaw, perhaps needed to keep the woods in check.

wasn't sure if the extended gaps in some of the words were intended, they do no harm though in fairness.

I especially liked the ending, partly because it whisks us away from the woods and such and partly because of the more upbeat tone.

your poetry is fantastic, I only wish I'd read more of it before it disappeared.

great stuff Miss, shine on  

:) I didn't want to become precious with them, so I chucked them.
That probably means the gaps aren't necessary, which means they should go, I think. Thanks for the really encouraging words, they made a lovely interval in today.

I thought the second gap appropriate as if "cut" away - I very much enjoyed these non linear snatches as they build a compelling narration - really cool

Thanks, whale. I thought maybe the second gap was a little too much like show-and-tell.

:) yep maybe

Very interesting.

:) Oh god, it's like a jellyfish on a laboratory table. Haha - thank you C for your reading and your commenting.

Is what like a dead species? Hmm...

I do believe this poem is missing that one concrete line maybe. That anchor.

Hi, this is a poem about pink foam shoes, the wedge kind that were really popular in the 90s. Thanks!

e this!