Edges and Ways, a Poem

Edges and Ways
A poem by David Pezzula
(see comment section for narration)
 

The forest path

with winding twisting turns, ups and downs,
edging the dank thicket, calling you in
outstretched briars, grabbing and slicing
patched with jagged pricks, passages blocked,
forever weeping trees slowly dancing
to a deafening but silent, sad song,
glimmering, random light beckoning a deceptive out,
eyes staring, alone or not, still no clear view
on what seems to be an infinite journey...
settling panic, pushing the unknown
~ persevere
 

The deep blue

over rocky shores to water's edge,
gazing upon an unfathomable abyss,
cold, burning salt with sharp breeze cutting,
pulling you under, directionless and endless motion
begging your surrender, floating or sinking
thrashing, head above tossing waves, drowning...
with land in sight, clouds so close to your outstretched grasp
far from reach
~ wade
 

The deceptive fields

full with wilting flower, unpredictable crags and bogs,
landmines suddenly making way to cliff's ledge,
immeasurable, steep depth of unsure fate,
internal angst and leaping urge
as mindful tricks and gravity tugs willpower's stance
on a once firm and strong foothold,
beneath an unreturnable and shaken center...
flailing akimbo against the windward blow
~ retreat