by Steve Tanham
I have a notion
That eons’ light and dark
Have left their mark
Upon our inner ocean
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I have a shadow
Whose lengthening crease
Is cast on mood and body’s peace
When walking muddy meadow
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We have duration
The dog and I endure the grime
Of Cumbria’s winter prime
Intent on silence in privation
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But then…
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Like surgical precision
Spring’s herald of the special day
Will set that spiral switch to ‘play’
In alchemy of healing human fission
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Enduring soul, dark knight
That through the darkening days
Must hold and trust in its own ways
Embraces reborn outer light
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©Copyright Stephen Tanham 2017
Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo.
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Beautiful, Steve. Just when we think it will never come…spring arrives.
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Thank you, Diana. Yes, there is always that ‘will it ever get here?’ feeling. The first verse just kind of tumbled out… and the rest stepped into line!
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Reblogged this on Stuart France.
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Beautiful poem!
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Thank you, Cindy.
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