Ishaisms, Nature, Poetry

The Wilderness

The road was lit in a wild flower frenzy –
a fray of ferns wayward and hapless,
yellow trees rose in a tumultuous melee
with battered rocks fragmented and strewn like shrapnel.

Crisp cracks housed the dust in the grey concrete;
dry buttresses boasted of mossy branches;
browning bushes sneaked up suddenly like bandits,
as hoodlums of frogs croaked from their muddy trenches.

A monarch of a tree stood nethermost
with leaves that seemed reddened by the smouldering sun –
a retinue of shrubs and copses it did boast,
while the rings on its trunk revealed it to be an old one…

A line of half covered pines played host;
the sudden breeze from the valley mocked the orange burn;
and in such charming confusion and chaos,
the intruding poet’s imagination took the liberty to run!

A walk in the wilderness up to the charred chasms,
brought out these verses of time in ruin and preserve;
Oh, how Nature had paid her green ransoms
yet managed to keep secret beauties in reserve.

Β© Isha Garg

31 thoughts on “The Wilderness”

  1. And how you, fair poet, kept such verses in reserve, ready to unfurl and dazzle the eager reader…this moment…when some, such as I can only walk in nature, silent and contented and watching words that have been kidnapped with the setting sun. Watching from a distance as they bury.
    But your words are the very morning brimming with a staggering scene. You built something lovely in this; I am a bystander utterly satiated by the calm beauty of it. Thank you dear Ishu! πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ˜˜β€οΈπŸ¦‹πŸ€©πŸ€©

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    1. Poetic appetite has been delectably satiated with such overpowering imageries. I must pay my greatest gratitude and compliments to the wonderful chef Diana! β€πŸ˜˜πŸ˜ŠπŸ™

      P.S. I must confess it was I who kidnapped “wayward” from the wandering armadillo! The other words were kidnapped by the sun! πŸ˜‰πŸŒž

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  2. A line of half covered pines played host;
    the sudden breeze from the valley mocked the orange burn;
    and in such charming confusion and chaos,
    the intruding poet’s imagination took the liberty to run!

    Loved it. wow expressed neatly.

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  3. Wonderful creation this is, almost at par with the wonder that nature is. Everyone derives pleasure from its bounties but the ones you derive transport me to a place I never visited, along with the monarch πŸ™‚

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  4. This poem is one example of the what separates you from other poets. You have a talent for prose as well as poetry. Your talent for writing fiction shines through with your powerful descriptions and the images you portray. So beautifully written.,

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