Are you ready for this part of the "Guadian' series?

'Guardian.'...Part 2 of a 3 part series....





Part 2....





Crossroads. Choosing. Turning, or straight. Once no crossroads.


No choices. No time or place to stop.


Freedom.


Fields of Lavender past horizons. Lilac forests topping hills,


Stretching bright to the sky.


Stepping stones over rills, brooks...seeking the other side,


And, back. Again.


No crossroads.





Those who sought things, made crossroads.


And, in seeking, left their marks of passing.


Not knowing what they sought.


In not knowing, the seekers carved desperation into the


Earth.


Prints, signs of wandering with no direction.


Those who followed the prints, knifed them to roads, paths,


Crossed. Crossed again.





Crossed to Light. Crossed to Dark.


Choosing the Right. Deciding the Left.


Turning. Always looking back.


Choosing.


Unsure of the choice.


Travelling the walkways. Slicing steps into the


Earth.





The gardener knew the ways of Lavender. Lilac.


The gardener knew no paths.








Elysabeth

Are you ready for this part of the "Guadian' series?
I get the feeling that you are trying pretty hard and that poetry does not flow easily from your mind and fingers. If this is typical of your poetry, you are not a good poet.
Reply:I like this poem very much. Visualizing lilac trees topping hills, is unimaginable beauty.


Only the gardener knew the ways. It's lovely.





Thank You E.



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