Description: Feeling dark, thought I'd write something creepy.
The Shadows of Towering Pines -------------------------------------------
The lengthy shadows of towering pines
play on imagination.
Dark things scurry through underbrush
raising the hair on the neck.
A separation is made
from the things familiar
to those who dwell
on concrete streets.
And they can only guess
what awful things happened
behind those dark rows.
Were black masses held?
Were babies stolen,
in the shadows of towering pines?
Well... Its your poem so shouldn't you know the answers? I'm not much for questions in poetry, just in general. Its like you're telling the reader what's going on. Then you're asking questions for them. I do like the last line. You're imagry is good. But the poem, its meaning or lack there of seems so vague.
Vague poems leave people to discover their own truth and so I like the way this is vague. I can deside for myself with my own twisted imagination what exactly is going on and I prefer that. It makes the reader creative as well as the writer. Good job. Blessed Be!
creepy. but, you know, i often look at deep dark woods and think similar things. i've got an overactive imagination that sometimes gets the better of me... this gave me the willies. you've done your job well with this one.
A bit of a practice piece, but good for all that. In reality of course, most of the horrible things happen in the realm of man and not the realm of nature. It is as if you need a second stanza to redress this misunderstanding and recognize the peace of the Redwoods.