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thorn tree
by Peter Humphreysin Erris
there is
a place
a place
apart
a parting
place
beneath
a tree
beneath
the westerly
breeze
and the
ever changing
sky
there
one day
we met
we hid
we shared
we argued
we coupled
we parted
gone
there
we view
our futures
our foes
our fears
our friends
our odds
none
you sit
waiting
feeling
absorbing
crying
smiling
blossoms
float
gently
on your
hair
you rise
I fall
asleep
alone
no more 03/24/2006 Posted on 03/24/2006
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/24/06 at 07:48 PM Peter, your thorn tree seens a gentle place, even hallowed ground. A place to be revisited, ancient, but relative. What I really love is how you communicate what happens there, I feel brought along to see the myriad petals of the thorn in May. Excellent write and read. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/29/06 at 03:28 PM Interesting combination of good and bad, light and darkness. One of my grandfathers (mother's side) was from Ireland. Not sure from where exactly, but his surname was Donnelly. |
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