Poem: The Place

I enjoyed participating in a Hightide workshop with Nicola Werenowska on Wednesday, looking at writing place – whether in plays, poetry, prose, etc.

Here are two options for poems I came up with – let me know if you prefer one or the other!

This is the place where rough bark smoothed brows.
This is the place where pine scents cleared minds.
This is the place where cares dropped away.
This is the place where needle-carpeted steps seemed intrusive.
This is the place where we showed affection untold.

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In the heat of the day,
We walk the cool twilight woods;
Pine sap strong in nostrils
As treads scuff needle-carpeted soil.
Distant waves whisper of gentle goodbyes
As the tide goes out.
Later,
On the way back from the beach,
We linger at the rope swing
And throw pinecone grenades.

#breakingbard