sense of place


alone indeed

except for squirrels


the marsh

the Spree

slowly twisting

turning effortlessly

flowing north


I look up

I look down

the river path

and nothing stirs

even the heron


to seduce its prey


I wonder

I just wonder

would anyone miss me

more than for

a short while


perhaps I could

become someone else

or even better

something else

this monstrous beauty

I lean against


broken by storms

split by lightning

a home in home

for the tiniest

to the largest

bald in winter

green caped in summer

spreading my seeds



generation after generation

decades nay centuries

lovers will remember

this tree

its luscious bark

its sense of place

a support for loving




alone indeed

except for the squirrels

Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-06-15 at 19:17

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Shows the alienation and loneliness in fine poetic way. Good work.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
To be alone in the wild, with beauty and thoughts and questions—and a desire to share it in words. Such is poetry.

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
You write, what so many of us feel in their heart but never know how to express -your love of nature and lives and your living shine in this

Elle x