Light & shadow play
with dappled sunlight
the very air sparkles
on this live-long day.
I listen to rodents scurry,
the other animals at home
in the undergrowth;
the sea & tomorrow
are absent without leave,
birdsong emanates
from this deep silence,
no machinery, no boys’ toys,
no human presence at all
except me, half way up
a tree, fully-leafed,
it is so amply itself, it stands
proud, a home to many
in this enchanted forest
of the mind.
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A lovely poem John,
There is a peace in the forest unlike anywhere else. The Sea is another place of solace for me but the forest is special. Tree's frequently have me in awe (usually dependent on my mood)
I like the line "The sea and tomorrow are absent without leave" somehow indicating the complete immersion of the subject into the woods.
The final line is a nice stroke of the brush...the places we go for solace need not be of this material world.
A thoughful poem John, as is all your work.
David
Thanks Graham. Yes, there's a a fixity and solidity to the tree that few other natural objects can claim, certainly not humans.
With a name like mine, it's where I would go too!
Have you noticed how somehow wood always feels warm?
A gentle piece John.
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John Marks
Thu 28th Nov 2024 23:41
Thank you David. Your generosity of comment reflects well on you, David. John
"Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity."
— Simone Weil