Roots

image_183 (1)

The rain transplanted state of mind
to fixtures of distinguished stretches,
resistant to conformity and hallowed leaps,
benign through requiems of healing found,

Skylines six feet underground where life moved
in golden shadows, the little drops, the augmented skin,
soul’s away today, waiting for inclination’s visualised
within, without, legacy and collection,

Simple smiles to awaken
inner understanding,

They washed away the guise of dissension,
Seeing the world between makeshift replacements
for all the despair each fickle felt heart bestowed,
mother warmed with rays of volume resounding

Through the earth as electric clashes, reshaped masses,
stronger than the roots they glide, each side defied,
encouraged by the dewdrops of delicacy in the stream,
in each new life,

The wind picks up, and how we dream…

roots

Poem © Phen Weston 2015

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s