barren branches
bathed by moonlight
light-blue sky
alive in the night
barren branches
reaching
for the mountain
paths not taken
–Terry Chitwood
Withered Fingers
The spiritual path through life has many branches. Some barren . . . withered fingers pointing in many directions. A crooked path . . . beckoning. The black, barren branch—night coursing through its veins . . . thrumming, humming blacklight. This dark branch is bent, not broken.
Shrouded
The mountaintop is shrouded in white mist . . . and night mist. The moon illuminates the path only so far. The rest remains hidden. The way is hidden . . . cloaked in mist. The mist-filled way.
Night Eyes
The barren branch is not dead. It has vibrant life inside its disguise. A path not taken because of appearances. False assumptions stopping the journey. Embrace the barren, vibrant path. Use night eyes . . . see the light.
Artwork in photo: Spirstep 3 by J Brock
Beautifully said. Indeed, the spiritual road through life has so many branches and people often misjudge what is in front of them. In order to see clearly, one must sometimes change their perception. Thanks for sharing this with us!
Thank you for your insightful comment, Dan.
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Your interpretation and unraveling of the poem is so plastic that I feel the need to praise you. While reading it, I felt that my senses were enhanced and therefore I got a better grip of the meaning. I like it when a few words put together by a lyrical mind such as yours underline subtle aspects of the sensorial part of life. Are you a literature major?
Thank you for your kind comment, Simona. During my undergraduate program, I minored in creative writing.
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