Brambles - Poetry Group

[Deleted-User]

Here I lay in brambles,

Limbs that I've let snare,

You'd think that I would know by now,

But I can not say I care,

If by these thorns my blood should flow,

From my flesh into the ground,

Yes, you can say that I should know,

Yet you don't know what I have found,

In the pride that keeps me here,

Entangled on the earth,

I might call it a blessing,

Others may think it worse,

Than death itself, stuck in repose,

I am, here, on this loam,

Surrounded by these brambles,

So far away from home.

[Deleted-User]

Alan you are very good, I love the imagery

[Deleted-User]

Thank you Debbie =] I appreciate the feedback.

[Tommy_Storey]

Yes,Alan,
Another vary nice Poem .............

[Deleted-User]

Very** Vary means "to differ". Very is the word you were meaning to use.

[Deleted-User]

=P

[Tommy_Storey]

@ Alan,
Thank`s .............