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Scrutiny

by Brian Francis

What I see

when I look

When I look

out of that window

I see the times

long gone bye

I see the world

as it used to be

And when I dream

it comes alive

And I can bask

in the familiar

And I can dream

of days gone-bye

Smell the grass,

feel the breeze

Dusty roads

farmers fields

Woody havens

with paths intertwined

The damp still air

in the forest’s depths

Or the breezy dance

of the meadow glade

And in that time

I understand

all the things

that seem to haunt me

are simply thoughts

left undone

forever wanting

a second chance

05/29/2008

Member Comments on this Poem

Posted by George Hoerner on 05/29/08 at 06:37 PM

Nice write! And so much of what has gone by shall never return. Well done.

Posted by Johnny Crimson on 05/30/08 at 02:04 AM

haunting, I like it.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/01/08 at 09:18 PM

I love the rhythm of this piece, the way the words trip over themselves onto the next, propelling me mind forward to the next line. A journey, you've created - one that I'm glad to have traveled with you, if only for a moment.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/02/08 at 01:22 AM

Nice reflections here. I really like the last two stanzas.

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