this is very intriguing to think about.  Wonder if it would fit in the nature or another forum?
It needs more exposure; for it is an excellent poem.

A grasshopper,
with its powerful legs and
leaf-colored wings,
springs out of my path,
clumsy, lumbering human that I am.
I follow it; the little body
is loud on the dead leaves.
I find an abandoned tire swing
(so deep in the woods?) and
a pile of bleached bones,
arranged just so,
grass growing between the joints.
I ponder these things,
youth and death
sharing this space.
I look to follow the grasshopper,

but he is gone.

Thank you. It is an old one, maybe from poetsquill? Wow. Maybe from even before! Didn't even think about putting it in the nature forum. Thanks for the suggestion, and thank you for taking the time to read.

A wonderful poem in a simpilistic style.  I love the way that the grass hopper takes you on a little journey.  diverts you from your course to chase dreamy thoughts.  A lovely poem that is definately better suited in the nature forum, so I will move it there.  It may get a better response.  Keep up the good work   :)

moved to nature

I liked it...

Chavez

How did this happen? Rather, when did this happen?

Surprised to read this again and have vanished Cyncity posting above it!

Feel perhaps you have poems far more deserving for fane though.

Terry.

Kind of wierd... Yes, where has Cyn gone off to?!

I was wondering that, too. She hasn't posted since last December, I think. Shame!

I have sent her eMails, got one reply that said little, that's all.

What a waste of talent.

To Lord PineApple:

Well, I think you are good enough to follow around and try to find out just what you are about. I thought I was posting concerning your post to you but turns out it is my own post I guess.

I am a bit lost in here. Every site is different and now that I am here, I may never find my way back to the right spot again. :pity:

Be well and regards :wave:

Any problems, just ask, all rooms are strange until you know where things are kept.

You are the fourth Xanga poet I have got to Drytear! Why not? The best voices need to be heard.

This line caught me. I would love to see the last line as

youth and death,
sharing this same space.

But who the hell am I to say? You're in the book for a reason. It really was a brilliant poem.