Through The Wood

I could see through the wood and brass

his body, cold, lifeless.

A seafaring man fighting for country,

raising three children,

ministering prayers.

I search persistently for that lost life,

its fullness, its vibrancy.

Maybe it is in the strange flower

I found in the garden,

the one I know I didn’t plant.

Or in the poem that writes itself,

seamlessly, despite me.

Life not extinguished, transposed.


13 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. journeyintopoetry
    Sep 03, 2011 @ 13:02:10

    I still haven’t worked out the spacing on here. It doesn’t work for me.
    And for some reason it has chosen to put this in one block instead of verses. I got fed-up and posted it anyway! 🙂


  2. Alia S
    Sep 03, 2011 @ 13:05:42

    Well-written ! Thank you for sharing this.
    Take a look at my blog 😀


  3. journeyintopoetry
    Sep 03, 2011 @ 13:50:20

    Thank you David, that is a really lovely comment.

    I appreciate all your help and encouragement.

    Much love to you too




  4. Ina
    Sep 03, 2011 @ 16:40:39

    This is such a good poem, how you might find that life in that flower, in the poetry writing. You write really very well. I bet one day your book will be in the bookshelf next to David’s 🙂

    I found out if you do the editing in “HTML” in stead of “visable” in the edit screen, you can do single white lining and double white lining easily! (Now I hope that makes sense lol)

    Love and a big hug!


    • journeyintopoetry
      Sep 04, 2011 @ 10:23:00

      Thank you very much Ina!

      I’m not so sure about the book, but it’s a warming thought!

      And thank you for your advice on the spacing. I will try and see if I can get it right.

      Love and hugs

      Christine xx


  5. Becoming herself
    Sep 04, 2011 @ 08:01:04

    ‘Or in the poem that writes itself’ is just lovely, as is the final line.


  6. tikarmavodicka
    Sep 07, 2011 @ 00:52:33

    Hi Christine,
    I found this poem of yours most peaceful and moving. The emotion is quite touching.
    I like your transition from memory to the flower in the garden, to the poem. The transition of life can indeed be a difficult one but it can also be one that moves us to a certain place of wonder. At least that’s what I felt from your words.
    I like this poem a lot. It brings me to a place, a good place of stillness.
    Thankyou so much for sharing.



  7. journeyintopoetry
    Sep 07, 2011 @ 09:09:26

    Thank you Tikarma, for your lovely comment.

    The poem is about my father and it seemed to bring him closer to me.


    Christine xx


  8. Harry Nicholson
    Oct 11, 2011 @ 20:05:13

    That poem come from a deep place, deeper than the sea.
    It touched me – like him, I was once a seafarer.


  9. journeyintopoetry
    Oct 12, 2011 @ 10:55:45

    Thank you Harry for this lovely comment.

    It is reference to my father, Chief Engineer in the Merchant Navy.



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