for days you trail through the depths of the forest
and as you step out on the other side,
finally off its shadow
you feel an unknown urge, to turn back, for a one last look.
and in that very moment, for the first time
you feel the whole forest, with its all might, vastness and mystery
rushing through you, filling your heart with senses never known
and it only stops, when it finds it's way, through your tear drops.
you know, after the last line
looking back at a poem, does with me the same.
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 1:18 PM UTC
for days you trail through the depths of the forest
and as you step out on the other side,
finally off its shadow
you feel an unknown urge, to turn back, for a one last look.
and in that very moment, for the first time
you feel the whole forest, with its all might, vastness and mystery
rushing through you, filling your heart with senses never known
and it only stops, when it finds it's way, through your tear drops.
you know, after the last line
looking back at a poem, does with me the same.
many times when i read a poem, after last line, there is this sudden rush and realization that astonishes me and it summarizes the journey of reading a poem.