Garden Path with Chickens, 1916 I walk a straight line down this narrow, well-trimmed path to ward off the wild but the muted lure of wildflowers and overgrown grass pulls at me. I long to be as wise as serpents, yet pure as doves, but perhaps I am more like a chicken, bewildered on the brink of untamed abundance. A.R. Williams A.R. Williams, a poet hailing from Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley (USA), is the author of A Funeral in the Wild (Kelsay Books, 2024) and Time in Shenandoah (Bottlecap Press, 2024). Connect with him on Twitter (X) and Instagram @arw_poetry
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Sheila A Murphy
10/30/2024 08:25:40 am
This touches a deep draw in me. The narrow path helps me know who I am. I curate my discipline as if writing haiku. But the wilderness enlarges my spirit to receive more than I could have imagined and to let the generosity flow.
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A.R. Williams
11/6/2024 07:19:29 pm
Sheila, thank you so much for your kind response! I cannot tell you how much I appreciate you sharing this with me. Truly.
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