The Place
This was another class exercise where we were asked to write a poem in a traditional sonnet style.
The Place
The bluebell path I walked without a care
One time I stopped, entranced by sight and sound
My heart was filled with joy, I could but stare
Where else on earth could such delight be found?
The heady scent did feed my senses more
The blackbird’s song did echo in my soul
I knelt upon the leaf-strewn forest floor
and wept to know this place had made me whole
In later years when life would sometime weigh
most heavily upon my drooping head
The sight and sound and scent of that one day
would bring me back from dark despair and dread
And I would be once more within that place
And feel the breath of life upon my face.
The Place
The bluebell path I walked without a care
One time I stopped, entranced by sight and sound
My heart was filled with joy, I could but stare
Where else on earth could such delight be found?
The heady scent did feed my senses more
The blackbird’s song did echo in my soul
I knelt upon the leaf-strewn forest floor
and wept to know this place had made me whole
In later years when life would sometime weigh
most heavily upon my drooping head
The sight and sound and scent of that one day
would bring me back from dark despair and dread
And I would be once more within that place
And feel the breath of life upon my face.
posted by Matt at 12:40 AM
4 Comments:
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Hi Matt,
Thanks for stopping by my 'Place'! I see you're a bit of a poet yourself!
I have a day, or rather an experience, a bit like this, that I think back on, and it cheers me right up (walked into a pub in the Ochil Hills of Scotland, in the middle of nowhere, and went through the back yard - only to be greeted by a grizzly! It was wierd. The bear was in a large cage, and looked so out of place...
But the bit that makes me smile, is remembering peoples' disbelieving faces when I told them.
But I knew! :-D
I love November myself, not only because it's my birth month, but also because of the blue skies! I live in a tropical country; we have no winters. But November always gives us clear, blue skies that never fail to take my breath away. If during most of the year I forget to look up at the sky, in November I never fail to smile back at it.
Thank you for the beautiful verses!
So delightful to read your wonderful words about the beauty of Nature
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