A stream flowing through the old oak tree is still alive.
The heart of the forest (wood which has lived to long it is, unexpected obstacle, this living log
and complicated cover which I lowered)
of rich redwood of old green growth
the menagerie where these forests are in English it is simple.
Once of the lower order I climb up to be exchanged.
Decrease slippery many salamanders for example,
going in and out of the mouth of holes in the clay.
Fighting it depends on the rough ligneous wreckage.
Many kinds are compared to the forest
where the plantation and other young person maintain
social structural their heritage and are managed,
at least temporarily.
It is expected some watching while a few others
all over one maintains their feelings, facial composure.
Being natural, the dependence of many more of the same
but different shapes to the feature of the old forest.
Some salamanders are short thick headed and round.
It lived and died inside, the wooden cavity of the oak.
Others with heads to huge were lowered deeper inside.
Before, perhaps, it's empty when full catching breath because
of the heritage which remains there it is there rooted mainly.
Ok, I reread, not remembering having read it before. We live near redwoods. Salamanders on rye toast are a treat; I just have NOT figured out for whom. Certainly not the salamanders? ? :) Bri
Read the poem twice and I try to understand the logic...it is interesting salamanders and the oak cavity would like an explanation and release myself off the hook of perplexity...regards
Congratulations, Jamed. This poem ranks # 72 in the Best Poems of Members. Att the best
salamander to mean is the metaphor of human beings and the atmospher of what would happening in this poem is similar to the one in mankind, it is rarely used by poets, well done poet for your fantasy imagination and creativity 10/10
A brilliant poem! Thoroughly relished your lucid expression enriched with illustrious poetic beauty.................................10
ok, i went to pages of least hit on poems (3) and i'd left comments on all of them! :) bri let me look at a new one! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is It Poetry.........good question. i guess it can qualify. i'd guess (if you really do have a mental disability...what would it be?) that the parts of your poetry (and 'bio/about you') i find odd are caused by your 'condition'. hmmm? but, then again, you may be simply creative. you have created some interesting (weak word perhaps) poems. let me look at one more today. thanks for sharing. :)
Wish that I was as active as you.
Bri (not the brie I am fond of) this is a brilliant poem by a very healthy poet, his name is James McLain, and please, if you do not understand his poem, never offend the healthy person behind the poem, the poet's name is JAMES McLAIN