Sonnets On Life Number 3 Poem by Martin Moore

Sonnets On Life Number 3



SONNETS ON LIFE NUMBER 3
I yearn for wild and wondrous places
Solitude and silent paths
That I might banish nameless faces
Scorn unbidden bureaucrats
Amble awkward country roads
The quiet, forgotten, lonely lanes
Grass verges, wild, un-mowed
Momentous yet mundane
Embrace the verdant patchwork hills
The wild flowers hidden charm
The worn out weirs, abandoned mills
Fresh rivers, fruitful farms
To contemplate at this intersection
And lose myself in quiet reflection

Sunday, September 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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Martin Moore

Martin Moore

Kilkenny, Ireland
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