The beginning must have an end. But endurance carries us softly and soundly. We must live our own life, and create our own amity. -- 12th March 2011.


Create amity.

The peach opening of clouds,
Bleached, and oppressed
for the silver lining
exists no more.

Told to hunt your hellion,
Call to the brook
of our inward amity.
Stop, listen and look.

Plateau, your new seed.
You must travel,
You must beleive.
And when thrown,
Let your bare feet bleed.




Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2011-03-12 at 19:26

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Perhaps a pair of good traveling shoes might be a worthwhile investment! But not compares to walking barefoot, when we can. Be at peace with everything and life. Splendid message.
2011-03-15


Mklnay
Ya know, the thing about your poems is that I can always expect them to be very well-written and well-expressed. No pressure, though it's truth. ^^

I do like to believe that the silver lining still does exist though, even if it's hidden from sight. :)

Lovely poem John, and thank you!
2011-03-14


SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
Very beautiful
I in particular love the last two lines
"and when you are thrown,
let your bare feet bleed"
2011-03-13


ngaio Beck
Nearly proverbial.Well said John.
2011-03-13


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Well written , so well exprest , John.

Ken ( D Williams )
2011-03-12