The blossoming of the north

 

 

First light: every day a new beginning

Rising at the crack of dawn

To feel the air against my skin

To walk, with the aid of a stick,

To listen to the dawn chorus.

Thrillingly,  it’s already late September

A year since the funerals started

On St Patrick’s Day,

When madness brushed with death.

Now, I’m thinking that when I return

Home with Charlie I’ll read

The words, again, words that I can never forget:

“The world is full of magic things,

Patiently waiting for our senses

To o grow sharper.”

Today, my senses are sharp,

Like a razor I cut through the trash

Of man’s deceit – and breathe a sigh of pure relief –

The golden  leaves on the trees,

The blossoming of the north

Astound me: such wonder in the world.

My dog and I are old now but we rub along

This pilgrimage of grace.

Learning from each other

How to hone our senses

To see into the heart of things.

 

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John Botterill

Thu 29th Sep 2022 18:11

A brilliant poem, John. So stylish and expressive!

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John Marks

Thu 29th Sep 2022 17:09

Thank you very much Tom. In the recent past I have suffered many losses: relatives, friends, human and canine. I respect your opinion very highly, Tom, and I am so very sorry for your loss. John

“The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?” – Sir Walter Scott, novelist, playwright, and poet

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Tom

Thu 29th Sep 2022 09:57

Hi John, this is beautiful. So many great lines. I lost a pet this week and it's hard to even go into the room they lived in. I'm trying to put it into words in a poem at the moment but it won't come close to your writing about Charlie. Thanks for sharing.

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John Marks

Thu 29th Sep 2022 00:22

Thank you Flyntland, you are very kind.

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

Pablo Neruda

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Flyntland

Tue 27th Sep 2022 20:48

"Like a razor I cut through the trash of man's deceit - and breathe a sigh of pure relief"

"Learning from each other
How to hone our senses
To see the heart of things"

Beautiful words - thank you.

Thank you also for the music

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