Isolation in Spring

Those notes of silence in isolation in Spring
Carry further at night-time more than in the day
with the flowers blowing in the breeze
and the trees outside rustling in the court-yard
their beauty thickened from neglect.

Imaginary fowls that you would see in the fields
And the return of the birds once again
From their endless trawl down South
Are now closed like confessionals in churches
Dulling in the distance with everything seen,

Glittering in your imagination 
Across neighbour’s houses behind the communal bins
Moss green in your memory with uncertainty
Edged in your memories of the way it was
Catching glimpses of the past tied up in the future.

◄ Homage to Harold Budd

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Ruth O'Reilly

Wed 27th May 2020 22:37

No probs Andy! That out of order vending machine prompt from your writing workshop turned into an idea for my latest poem here lol 😀

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Andy N

Wed 27th May 2020 21:12

Thanks for the like, Ruth. Always love to see you liking something (:

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Andy N

Tue 26th May 2020 09:31

Thanks for your comment, Hannah. Nature indeed never stops even if we do (:

Glad you like it also Nigel, it's frightening what you see of yourself when you look outside and know it just out of reach.

Thanks also Poemgraphic for your thoughts. Yeah, there is a element of time travel (aka back to the future) in this piece in a way. I hadn't looked at it like that, so thanks for that.

Thanks also to Itsjustmedownhere and Moon Girl - means a lot you guys like this too (:

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Tue 26th May 2020 07:16

What a way to spend sometime wiling away the hours whilst being captivated in a 'lockdown' freeing one's mind to transverse your universe, Andy.

Reading this is literally like going back to the future... When once again we experience these things for real, that somehow we just never managed to quite see in such depth before.

Great visual poem

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Nigel Astell

Tue 26th May 2020 02:38

Those notes of silence
then ending with
catching glimpses of the past
tied up in the future
makes this poem
one of your best Andy

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Hannah Collins

Mon 25th May 2020 21:09

All the sights and sounds of Spring.
Nature never stops.
Love this one.


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