Its so quiet
Beside the tree
Of lilac blossom
The breeze blows free
Its scented accent
Calls my name
The creaking bough
Its movement tames.
A distant daydream
A forgotten scene
That tells a man
Wheres hes been
Years like spiders legs
To scuttle
Beyond the hopes
Nightmares subtle.
A warming caress
About the face
Invisible hand
Of nature tastes
The solitude
Away from noise
Deep each thought
Memories to poise.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Offline) - Published: April 2nd, 2026 01:37
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Good write N. BOO!! I turned up and shattered the silence! Do ya hear me yelling?! lol.
you made me jump, I was at the bus stop waiting for no 7 lol
Lol. The No 7 bus today? Do you get any other routes too?!
2 three and a half lol
lol.
This poem to me speaks of how little things can stimulate past memories and feelings. Nicely written
most kind, thanks for reading appreciated
You are most welcome
A very moving read, Norman🙏🏻🕊️
Thanking you for reading, always much appreciated
Most welcome, friend🕊️🙏🏻
a soothing verse..enjoyed the read
thanking you always much appreciated
always welcome..take care, enjoy the weekend
Memories, daydreams interwoven very nicely
thanks for reading much appreciated
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