Brief encounters

I am resting

on a wooden bench

amidst buttercups

all sun seeking

as I am tooo

midst tendrils

leaf and branch

 

in part shade

part glare

they turn their heads

not to me

but westwards

chasing light

 

I wonder

who'd graced

this seat before

 

perhaps lovers

oblivious of all

except themselves

with minds

wondering

what might be next

 

I recall those times

not in resolution

nor nostalgia

but smiling memories

 

a walker

raises his cap

passing by

perhaps he'd been here too

unalone

 

bees move

from flower

to flower

slim pickings here

 

a woodpigeon startles

 

a fieldmouse darts

across my path

 

children's play is heard

a stride away

but the tender thin

mayfly in its radiant blue

slips past me

legs gently rocking

to rythmns unknown

 

it's time to move

or should I stay

amidst these glorious

moments

 

the buttercups gently

move their heads

in acquiesence

to the sun's

relentless pathway

from rise to set

 

suddenly

shockingly

almost

 

a hawk

with wingspan

seeming vast

awkwardly

some length

ahead of me

seeking space

midst the beech

and beam

rises to those upper levels

appropriate

to it's station

 

it's claws were empty

 

I relax





Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-08-25 at 13:55

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Had me worried at the end there. You know how to build drama. A wonderful piece filled with peace and final action.
2015-08-29


Ivan R
The end part seemed a bit hasty, trying to close the story, but to my ears it sounded a bit fast, why, I do not know. But all the way, this poem is a gem, such beauty in its philosophical wanderings,
poetic marvels, and a question asked on and on again ...: What is good*

This poem is good, but further, great:

" in part shade
part glare
they turn their heads
not to me
but westwards
chasing light "

I, and all that read this passage feel a love so great,
a movement from person to nature that just makes all life a great oneness ... bravo
2015-08-26


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I love this Peter, peaceful and tranquil, full of thoughts and smiles of past adventures and then the hawk making us jump, to just relax as we realise he has not caught anything in his claws (talons?)

Elle x
2015-08-25


countryfog
Beautifully done Peter, the combination of what you see, hear, feel, surmise, remember . . . all necessary to the moment and the place. I have one such myself; so many just pass hurriedly through it, some stop but don't stay long, a few do stay but seem apart rather than a part of it. It is a rare thing to actually enter into it.
2015-08-25