The Treetops

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By sean mcnulty

Sat, 12 Aug 2017
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The treetops never wait for you

And fields are incorrigible when

You finally notice them

That’s when they call you ‘Featherbrain’

After when the heather’s gone

Where did that village go?

That village with the bar

And the church and another bar

With a man weeping at Animal Hospital

On a half-sleeping TV

The villages used to wait for us

But everything wants to get a move on nowadays

That’s how it is these days

Perhaps we will return to the past

In the future and find the treetops

Waiting once more as though

Never forgotten

 

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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

nostalgic with a big of edge. I like it. 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

wistful, slightly surreal and beautiful!

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

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Submitted by sean mcnulty on

Thanks so much for the cherries and the pick.  smiley

 

Submitted by Kurt Rellians on

Where have the villages gone? and will the past ever come back? I like the poem.

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Great poem. I like the internal sounds you made with the right amount of the words. it all hangs and flutters together. You create echoes, reverberations...

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

A poem full of dreamy memory, it lulls with its clever sounds and rhythms.

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

This dreamy poem is pick of the week - well done!

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Lovely, sean mcnulty. A sense of everything slipping through your fingers. Hovers nicely between thoughts and things. I love how you zoom/focus in on the man for a moment then move straight on with your stream of thought. Felt like I was watching.

In the future return to the past. Pinpoint accurate observation of life.

Parson Thru

Submitted by sean mcnulty on

Thanks, Parson