Sunday, 4 December 2011

The Poets Tree

Sometimes I sit beneath The Poets Tree,
where legends linger, not yet me.
Their passage earned with words so pure,
their names etched in, their place assured.

Byron, Tennyson, Burns and Poe,
I feel their words course through my soul.
They bring me comfort when I am alone,
lost in my mind ~ where poems grow.

Breathing deep their scent floods in,
my senses ache from deep within,
of powerful imagery, rhythm and rhyme,
lost in their words from another time.

If I dare to look up perhaps I will see,
a new green shoot, that may one day be me.

Poetryman
Copyright © 2011 by Mike Sutcliffe

18 comments:

  1. Mike! LOVE! The legends would be proud :) I too enjoy sitting and lingering under my own poetry tree...where the words are really allowed to speak, to resonate. Great job tackling the form as well. Complete joy to read aloud!

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  2. nice...i am learning to love the legends of poetry...i never really read them other than poe before i started...tend to stay mod mostly but i am learning...nice...

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  3. This image is inspiring, Mike. I've painted a canvas by that name, and I have it right here, waiting to do a little more one it. You poem reminds me to get with it.

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  4. Great little bit of rhyme play too, and maybe one day you never know. But I'm more under the crazy tree, I guess that's just me..haha

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  5. Lovely, Mike-- very reflective and gentle. Re my poem: meant to celebrate solitude, being in the moment and having that be enough-- an out of the ordinary experience for me but we all have to come home to ourselves and come to be at peace with being alone at some point, I think.

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  6. sitting under the poets tree, the big, huge legends is a great place to dwell...love to read bukowski when nothing else works any more...love the ending.. smiles..who knows who will sit under your tree one day..

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  7. A lovely write...sitting under the poets tree-a great place to be. :)

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  8. I love flow of your words... reading under the tree and letting poetry flow in your soul is such a great image. And hopefully all that we see and flows out of our pen, comes from our inspired heart.

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  9. So true--there's a lot to be learned, and a lot to savor under the Poet's Tree.

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  10. This is a lovely poem.. the rhythm and rhyme work so well ... I want a shoot off of that tree to be me as well!

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  11. I found this to be a wonderful way of connecting with the great poets we carry so much inspiration and influence from without sounding overstated. Luring in the metaphor of your growth in words carries this beautifully. ~ Rose

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  12. Nice...looks like that green shoot is already budding...lovely poem!

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  13. Oh yes, sometimes our words look so inadequate in front of the masters but then the poetry for me is not about writing words.. its about giving yourself a life, your feelings a life... I enjoyed reading this one.. Thanks for sharing..

    Shashi
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/12/whispers-buddha-song.html
    At Twitter @VerseEveryDay

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  14. this is a good trend to know.

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  15. You are there, You are part of it- only you are too humble to admit...

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  16. Hi Mike...I'm wondering if the majority of your work is autobiographical--not criticizing. Much of my work is autobiographical. I like the Wordsworthian "spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions recollected in tranquility" in your love poems. You appear to be a Romantic at heart.

    Congratulations on your success!

    Blessings,

    Donald Lindsey
    (donaldlindsey.com)

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