Out among the tall pine trees,
with a view that could spill
over if it wasn’t so profoundly
controlled by the dark ditches,
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' I sit, writing poetry of a faceless sky and thinking of the trees: our season in this walk is not unlike theirs; we spend so much time in a twilight daze, praying for a warmth we can grow towards' Forgive me for quoting myself, I just wanted to show you how well I can relate to this poem. Your work is growing quite nicely..this piece has a strudy foundation..it's fine read my friend...
Seán this poem is awesome.. I could follow the flow of your thoughts as if they were mine. The ending you chose is also amazing and powerful and doesn't let the reader down.. well done! HBH
I like your style Sean, expressed very eloquently, and great content. Good read. Love Ernestine XXX