A decimated psalm
and a petulant pilgrim,
salvaged perhaps,
by an astral map
leading far away
from plaster saints,
but not to neverlands,
rather to wandering
and wonderment:
tiptoeing around
galaxies, indulging in
the spirit of anarchists,
only to reveal
the deciduous idyll
didn't really fool you;
it's the wisdom of Yggdrasil
to shed some leaves
and ask: what roots you?
Ive just found this masterpiece, Holden, and I am so glad I did. As you so often do, you have expressed complex ideas in a clever, approachable way. The imagery is stunningly good. 😎
Sat 17th Jun 2023 00:26
Thank you so much for the thoughtful comment, Kevin, I really appreciate it! 😊
Thu 15th Jun 2023 14:13
Thank you so much, Uilleam, you make an excellent point! 😉
Thank you Holden.
Now in my old age, I'd much prefer Yggdrasil to the plaster saints of my youth any day.
Thu 15th Jun 2023 04:58
Thank you so much, Manish, your lovely comment truly means a lot! 😊
A superb poem, Holden. I learn a lot through your poems, especially the vocabularies and the deep messages.
Thank you so much.
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Holden Moncrieff
Sun 18th Jun 2023 16:41
Thank you so much, John, you're extremely kind, and your wonderful words are a genuine source of encouragement! 😎