Untitled, 21st June 2015.

 

Dark_Forest_RESIZED_by_reckinyards

Do we find divinity— between the antique saplings—
that curve in contradiction to the sturdiest squalls—
holding ghost of days gone by— rooted where they belong—
those shuddering fingers— track my vertebrae once more—
longing arises— to trace each scar— silver shadows— nightly threads—
I see the spectres in each leaf— turning green with envy of love—
walking away was never easy— decaying charm in summer conflicts—
but the night grew dark—I lost my path—
stumbling through infertile thoughts—

Poem © Phen Weston 2015

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11 thoughts on “Untitled, 21st June 2015.

    1. Ah, thank you. I’m glad you said that. I wanted to make sure that they were different to some degree to keep people interested. And yes, the photo is something, isn’t it! It really draws you in and holds apart of you within it.

      1. Awww, that is very kind of you. It means so much to me that you feel that way. You are a wonderful poet! Would you like to write together sometime?

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