Home

my inner self

by Peter Humphreys


people say
as so they may
I've lost
the will
the heart
to write
so dark
the world
seems now

perhaps they are right

but in the heathered
mist of mind
bog blinded
salt tinged
the waves still roar
where're I be

the gulls soar abuse
on shallow sands
where lions' manes
cast spume
into my eyes
and skylarks
keep me company
whenever
wherever
I seek them

'midst the dismal
city clouds
'midst the unseeing
blanked eyes
of those
who care not
the river's wrack
and endless
ageless wonder
caress moments
spent alone
as nature feeds
my inner self

01/02/2018

Posted on 01/02/2018
Copyright © 2018 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/02/18 at 06:39 PM

Hit with the winter blahs, this poem aptly suits my mood Peter. Nicely done.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/03/18 at 07:00 PM

I will amend Chris's comment about winter blahs by considering this the "world-condition blahs" and agree communing with nature provides a vital retreat right now. Thanks, Peter.

Posted by John Herzog on 01/04/18 at 05:13 PM

Perfect and pristine. This is exactly what we all need

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/13/18 at 01:33 PM

This poem has not missed the bus. I sense a journeying here, an ache and a point from which to better view and reinstigate our place in the world and by the same token the world's place in us.

Return to the Previous Page
 

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2018 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)