The tree compass

Days grow long now,
Autumn too warm
Even at lunchtime.

Bare poplars, an earth dial
Throw time across the path

I steep the thoughts inside
To silence.

Deep and lost, a moment
Of shadow, coolness

Confessions to you the slowing
Day claimed.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Long time gone. A start.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Tasmania, AUS

Favorite Poets: Glen Richards, Thomas Hardy, Phillip Larkin, Robert Frost, William Carlos Williams, Carol Ann Duffy , Ani DiFranco, Seamus Heaney, Emily Dickinson, T. S. Elliot

Comments

neopoet

1 month ago

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Geezer

1 month ago

read this one, I had the feeling that I might compare it to an Australian Abo, term, "Go Walk-about" [maybe a mental version].
Tune in, drop out or some such as anyone might call it. Yoga, meditation, take a mental break of a kind. That's what I got from it. ~ Geez.
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vandiemenspeak

3 weeks 1 day ago

Thanks Geez

Only just got back on here in its new form. It's nice to hear a familiar voice.

Baby steps into the the act of writing.

Thanks for the feedback. Will endeavour to read/crit more. Time to get back on the horse.

Cheers,

Chris