Ian Keenan


A Walk - Poem by Ian Keenan

Winter turns leaves swish
Like corn flakes kicked around,
Frosted paths moistened by the snow.
Straight stark trees,
Light broken by a hand
Upon my face.

A hill -
Below the feet
The never sleeping growth;
Breath hung on my shoulder,
Tugging at my sleeve.

Clouds leaning on the sun,
Big and bony winds
Assault the weak,
The mouths of warrens choke
With humus,
A white hand holds.

The dog barks,
Squirrels run,
A train throws back
The shouts of children;
Your small hand warms
Beneath my shirt.

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Comments about A Walk by Ian Keenan

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (1/6/2016 5:06:00 AM)


    The dog barks,
    Squirrels run,
    A train throws back
    The shouts of children;
    Your small hand warms
    Beneath my shirt. Such beautiful expressions of l ove. and nature. thank you. tony
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  • Unwritten Soul (12/7/2015 5:14:00 AM)


    Ian, definitely a gorgeous poem here, i like you pull readers mind (well at least it works for me) when you tell the story i felt like i am experiencing it...well done! ! loved it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 20, 2015


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