Navigating the labyrinth of self-discovery can sometimes feel like wandering through a garden maze—where the paths twist and tangle, and the exit seems perpetually out of reach. In the poem presented, we’re invited into a world where the simple act of turning inward becomes a complex journey strewn with memories and misplaced belongings. Could it be that in trying to find our way, we inadvertently trap ourselves, weighed down by the very things we’ve lost? As autumn leaves crunch underfoot and familiar sights evoke echoes of the past, we are left pondering: how often do we get lost in reflections of ourselves, only to find that the darkness creeps in, reminding us of the fleeting nature of time? Through the careful construction of vivid imagery and evocative language, the verses evoke a thoughtful exploration of our inner landscapes. Ready to delve deeper into this poignant exploration? LEARN MORE.
More & more in a muddle
Somewhere in the middle
You turn in on yourself
where’s there’s no-one else.
You don’t know where to look.
Autumn leaves left underfoot
& a green-finch on the path
you remember seeing in the past.
A snail-shell weighing you down;
All your possessions lost & found.
Slow-worms & slugs that go on slow.
Blackbirds & thrushes lying low.
Taking a right, you get it wrong.
Spontaneous mistakes never take long.
It’s getting dark and much too late
To run out of time and hesitate.
