Entwood Outpost

Strange impressions touch hidden chord.
The signals, too strong to be ignored,
Catalyse adrenalin outpoured.
Energy pulses through blood, stored
No more. At full flood, sprit, awed,
Expectant awaits answers. Cord
Returns umbilically toward
Innate memories that neurons hoard
Encapsulated. Now, reexplored,
Nature unlocks a secret record.
Ghost timber towers over stream. Sward
Echoes forgotten past, though fountain’s ford
Rides no more the current to afford
Easy entry into phantom forest.
I wonder, pausing, still may find no rest…

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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