01-25-2018, 04:13 PM
First off, this is a beautiful piece. It's not excessively wordy and it's not overwhelming with effort, rather it reads like pure, coherent, thought provoking meditation. There's something about it that's simultaneously melancholy and whimsical.
The description of "unwithered" boots struck me as odd. Perhaps "unweathered"?
"Needles laying at the base of what was once
Their livelihood. Are they paying homage,
Or perhaps begging at the roots
For one more shot at being?"
This stanza alone hit me hard. It's so beautifully honest in it's lamentation.
Thanks so much for sharing.
The description of "unwithered" boots struck me as odd. Perhaps "unweathered"?
"Needles laying at the base of what was once
Their livelihood. Are they paying homage,
Or perhaps begging at the roots
For one more shot at being?"
This stanza alone hit me hard. It's so beautifully honest in it's lamentation.
Thanks so much for sharing.
