tcs_tonsils_ 2829 Share Posted October 29, 2023 The Trees Have Eyes A poem by Marius Lovetts --- We are surrounded by silent watchers, Postures firm, reaching ever higher. Do they speak about us when we are gone? Do they wait for us to leave to sing their songs? Do they laugh at us, For we are lost? We are completely alone, Desperately missing home. We are lost without guide Without a map or place to hide. They wave to one another, Telling of our fateful blunders. Yet they sit there and watch, Our misguided approach, They stare at us and speak, I can hear it in the creaks. I know they gawk, As petty beings fought, While their faces are disguised, I know the trees have eyes. --- 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
erictafoya 2309 Share Posted October 29, 2023 A Warrior Poet scanned the missive over and over again - reading back every line to himself and tracing his fingers as he did so, a poor habit. Leonid finally grasped the true meaning behind this, or at least his interpretation of its vague meaning, and with a curious brow he looked on to his own work, which sat idle upon his desk. The young man scratched his ginger curls in frustration though looked to the poem as inspiration. He knew now what to write, he knew there was going to be a messy fight. . . 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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