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My search for magnetic north
Its illusiveness
lost in the snow that drives,
a cosy fire, I can smell its burning logs
a trace of woody notes
the damper of doubt, backdraft of smoke
brings tears, but some power winds the spring,
even if, I can only glimpse a glow of hope
transience like sparks, that crack and fade away to nowt.
Fields out there unseen
trusting my inner compass needle, of self that must find orientation
and guide me to the warm heart(h) side,
of my own possibilities
lost in the snow that drives,
a cosy fire, I can smell its burning logs
a trace of woody notes
the damper of doubt, backdraft of smoke
brings tears, but some power winds the spring,
even if, I can only glimpse a glow of hope
transience like sparks, that crack and fade away to nowt.
Fields out there unseen
trusting my inner compass needle, of self that must find orientation
and guide me to the warm heart(h) side,
of my own possibilities
Published 16th Dec 2021
| Edited 19th Dec 2021
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This is a really beautiful account of seeking the true self. I really enjoyed how you used the elements of winter and a warm hearth.
Nicely done, Slip.
*nominated for Poem of the Month*
Nicely done, Slip.
*nominated for Poem of the Month*
18th Dec 2021 9:12am
Thank you Eerie coming from yourself I regard this as a true compliment my work never attracts the hordes. Just as a matter of interest i wrote This piece for a comp set by Kevin founder of ALL Poetry .com. I rarely tread away from rhyme towards pros and thanks again for the kind words
23rd Dec 2021 11:49am
As a child of the north, I'm deeply warmed by this. Thank you for sharing this gem of inner reflection!
