Concealed Crocodile

Beware poison oak.

I love the swamp.

Iridescent fireflies light the world like small  light houses.

Signaling hope.

The tree's complex roots spread out  and wrap around me in a warm and natural embrace.

I live here.

But in a sense,i believe the swamp also lives in me,spiritually and physically.

A wonderful corsage of flowers float

on  top of the murky waters that i believe hold the secrets  of the universe in their  leaves.

The corsage is a light in this odd world.

A piece of sanity in  the chaos.

Until yesterday,i didn't know it was just a hidden crocodile,waiting,watching lurking,ready to strike.

My friend is not my friend.

My foe is my foe.

The world throws me around.

And i plunge into the swamp.

Deeper and deeper.

Farther and farther.

Some friends are true.

Watch out for  concealed crocodiles.

Author's Note

This is the best poem i've writing in my opinion!!

Reviews

[Aynsley]

Ha yes this is the best poem you done! I really enjoyed reading it! Here's a rating of 100 for your effort!
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[x]

This is cute.
Great idea, plunging into the swamp in order to get away from the mire...that is my kind of irony.
This write is full of wonderful imagination and from there, anything can grow so, overall, a delightful write and well done.

don't trust someone until they prove that they can be trustworthy.
I've had that happen to me on many occasions.

I very much like the personification of the tree and the swamp.

things can be beautiful on the outside, but the inside can be a mess.

very well written poem.

[Alex Thomas]

A bit odd. There really was no rhythm to this poem yet it was elegantly spoken. The philosophical nature of this poem makes me think. Nice poem.