The journey of change. A perspective on the way to a new home. - 2nd March 2011


The move.

Passing forgiven trees
sustained by the blades
that stab the countryside.
Poison horizon
pink from the blushing sun,
the road a prism,
wielding that silver gun.
Turn the car around,
we've forgotten the familiar
sights and sounds,
catching flight
of Magpies that surround.
Caramel lights spit at us,
Faster and faster they pass,
Coiled,
Leaving the money we spoilt
behind our new soil.
But find us,
Wherever we'll be.




Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2011-03-03 at 00:23

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Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
Very well written
I applaud you
Thanks for sharing
N T
2011-03-15


melanie sue
This is excellent work and I enjoyed and related well to every word. Please do me a favor, and take out that comment in your profile that says "I am not much of a writer". You write very well and I have enjoyed reading everything I have read so far....some work is indeed, like torture to read, yours is not.
2011-03-05


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Honk as you pass. I'll wave.
2011-03-05



i like your style gaining in maturity
it seems that you are overtaking your age for the best
2011-03-04


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
We have move some times most maybe , we decide we have too move on , a new abode , a new job , some times the destishan to move is not ours , made by others , what we leave behind , we can at least decide that , we can also chose just what to take with us , memory's of the good times we had , those are hows to keep , dwell upon , with a smile eaven laugh , that only we can understand , ee , well I'd set those in poem/story.
Ken
2011-03-04


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Reminds of walking to work. From the urban surround , to a path bisecting two field's. Of the birds chirping , butterflys that will soon be , dancing around my ankle's . My mind on enjoying naitcher , trying to forget I'm on my way to work.The walk all to short , saying good morning to the woman walking her dogs one a puppy other all grown up. Saying good morning to one more as she walks her pack of giant dogs . Pssing two schools sen teachers on thear way to teach. Sudenly the world of work creeps back in to mind. Back to the realaty of my day of toil.
Ken
2011-03-03



This calls to minds motoring through country driveways and gateways and minute journeys that arrive a often completely strange and different destinations from what we left behind.
And the question begging is if we will move and flow with the change/s or remain still and decay with what was and never will be again. A most touching poem specially with the background inspiration for it.
2011-03-03


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
This is nice journey; expressed with awareness and feeling.

Thank You.
2011-03-03