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Out in the Woods
by Karl WaldbauerStaring into a whirlpool
the creek created for me,
saw galaxies,
a black hole swirling
drew me into
a liquid tornado,
brought me closer to you.
Walking under arches
made by fragrant tree limbs,
felt silken moss;
warm breeze caresses
let me know then
an ethereal touch
was you by my side.
Embracing a canyon
I became the stone walls
merged with our Earth.
Molten lava deep down
keeping it hot,
you, being water,
carved your mark on me.
12/02/2003
Posted on 12/03/2003
Copyright © 2024 Karl Waldbauer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 12/06/03 at 03:40 PM This is such a magnificent scene Karl. I totally lost myself in these images painted by you. Just beautiful:) |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/10/03 at 10:32 PM An awesome verse showing the way we are interconnected with the earth and the universe around us. How we can derive spiritual meaning if we just take the time and look. Great verse. |
| Posted by Phil Walling on 02/07/05 at 12:32 PM Simply excellent! A bottomless vortex in a shadowy wood. Thanks for posting. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 06/07/13 at 12:51 AM ...tis a passive carving, this becoming in the sea..we unfold and are made by the falling, the making is but a spew. |
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