By the Brook

By the Brook

A Poem by Harold
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Nature as a metaphor for life's journey. The ideas of growing as diffusion, and the joining of 'souls' into a continuum, but with a loss of identity.

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Deep within woodland,

Far inland,

Rises the slightest of brooks.

It struggles there to survive.


Crawling, over mud and roots,

It has a desperate need to join with others;

To become stronger and more purposeful;

A wish, above everything, to diffuse.


For me, in my mind's eye,

There is an electrical connection

To where an estuary broadens,

Open-skied, into the sea;

To where seagulls riot amongst breakers;

To where a living heart can find its true desire.


A, more-than-imagined, salted, air

Heralds the completion of a cycle;

Signalling an end to life's difficulties.

It is a place where all consciousness

Merges to a continuum;

To anonymity without blame;

An end, in this life,

To loneliness,

And unfulfilled dreams.

© 2020 Harold


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Added on April 18, 2020
Last Updated on April 18, 2020
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Harold
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I am a physicist by day, but an amateur composer and writer in my spare time. Although I have tried my hand at short stories, which always seem to turn into ghost stories, my principle writing medium.. more..

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