This land healed me,

no Man upon it, no God above

no Shakespeare Sonnet,

no act of love.


These gentle hills

their majesty,

renewed all hope,

took tragedy,


and placed in me

a seed to grow

the fruit of all

I've come to know.

◄ In the gentle fold of petals

Récit ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 10th Jan 2019 15:10

Thanks for popping by Jane,good to see you.

Been a busy couple of weeks for me, I have a few days off coming up so hoping to focus on more important things than work.

All the best,


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Tue 8th Jan 2019 15:20

Perfect! A powerful opening and even more powerful ending. It is as if you read my mind. I thoroughly enjoyed this! Thank you

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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 8th Jan 2019 10:21

And thankyou for all the likes folks, greatly appreciated.


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Wolfgar Miere

Mon 7th Jan 2019 13:20

Hi Ray,

You know I am both interested and fascinated by religions but have no faith, to me it is all so ridiculous, but each to their own. I can hardly be a proponent of atheism can I? after all there's nothing to sell.

Just to add though, I have seriously indulged in a search for belief all have failed to convince me there is anything more than nothingness.

Nature is my god I love her.


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Sun 6th Jan 2019 21:45

Actually I think this speaks well of Atheism, in that your poem encompasses the same feelings one hears when speaking of Godly things. Which begs the question nobody seems to be able to answer with complete authority (unless of course it's a divine one, which some would claim) of: is there a God? Trouble is I'm trying not to be clever !
A really uplifting offering mate.


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Wolfgar Miere

Sun 6th Jan 2019 19:31

Thank you Taylor I really appreciate your reading and commenting. I feel almost embarrassed by your description, that is not in any way to feel anything but happy that you should say such a thing.

I think any attraction in this piece lies in its absolute simplicity, which is what I always look for in the writing of others I have come to appreciate. I have said so many times that words can be like an enemy, a proliferation of them can overwhelm.

Rather unusually though I am a lover of Shakespeare and have been the recipient of much love, neither of those two things have soothed me as much as being close to nature has. I beleive the peace and stillness to be found in our landscapes can calm just about any horror. I am so grateful for that and I really hope I express gratitude somewhere in my scribbles.

Thanks again Taylor,


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Taylor Crowshaw

Sun 6th Jan 2019 14:49

Wonderful poem David the first three lines of the first verse got me..this is poetry on a higher plane. 💕

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Wolfgar Miere

Sun 6th Jan 2019 06:06

Thanks for your reading and comments GL.


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Sat 5th Jan 2019 14:53

AWESOME poem...your audio is also very good...adds to the beauty of the poem...👍

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