by Steve Tanham
When days roll, heavy hearted, by
And dusk has turned a darker hue
Where breathing’s choked and not so free
I rest my back on bark of old ash tree
And whisper words into electric blue
Discovering solace in the sky
©Stephen Tanham
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
Sun in Gemini 
Trees have always been my friends, the place I find solace too…
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Thank you, Jaye. I find them ‘natural friends’.
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Always…
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Beautiful words Steve 💜
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Thank you, Willow. A simple poem, but I wanted to try out the rhyming scheme ❤️
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It’s beautiful
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Not an easy time, Steve and I hope you’re doing okay. I do like that style of rhyme. There’s a symmetry to it, working out from the centre, like ripples spreading from a stone tossed into a still lake.
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Thank you, Michael. My first attempt. The ‘ripples’ simile is perfect
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Beautiful, my friend.
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Thank you, Diana.
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