Nature seems to suit my style lately. - 17th August 2011.


Solace in unison;
Hatred banished.
Deer roam lovingly whilst
Archaic mines rot -
Fetid and forgotten.

Serene life;
Plentiful and wise.
Polished, grown,
Yet still chastised.

South facing sun;
Dry and withered.
Hawk glides with splendor
as tracks painted rust -
Origin now trusted.

Ravine deep;
Mystery of old.
Nature with a heart,
Nature we're told.

Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2011-08-17 at 22:25

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Well written , and well exprest , good use of words. Well dun John.

jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
You are getting very much better.

I really like the partial rhymes 'rot/forgotten'; wise/chastised; rust/trusted.

Original and pleasing.

'OE!' 'JA!' Such memories, eh?
John, I am truly delighted to see you here. And what a fresh new beginning tonight. Your vision is similar to that of c/f; and as such, resembles my own modest endeavour.
The structure works well, moving with ease through each new theme. And there's a beautiful balance, which resonates well with me since I am a Libran in all respects.
I couldn't choose a favourite stanza as each has so much to recommend it. But perhaps the last has particular strength in its allusion to mystery, key to existence, paradoxical though that may seem...