Geoffrey Brewer Poet Sonnet

Among the Trees

AMONG THE TREES

Among the trees the storm’s a distant roar
As treetops thrash in fractious discontent
The dry leaves barely stir on forest floor
Adjacent worlds contrasting lives consent

And so in life we seek a shielding grove
Safe haven with world gales a distant sigh
Though should we a brief journey choose to rove
May find space torn in tempest hue and cry

How distant yet how near the chaos reign
How fragile therefore might our hedges stand
A genial forbearance cedes to bane
Complacent comfort truly a dead hand

The bounds of freedom, should they be neglected
Could we assume to live in realms protected

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Joseph P. DiMino June 1, 2021 at 3:08 PM Freedom is very fragile: it requires constant care if we are to remain happy in our environment, and loving and caring with one another. Without freedom, we are very sad sacks. We may then just reach up -- through the canopy -- praying to be swept away. Love this work! Geoffrey Brewer June 4, 2021 at 1:21 AM Thank you for your thoughtful comments, Joe. Your observations, (taking the allegory even further) are, as always, much appreciated,

Richard Lamoureux June 1, 2021 at 6:31 AM Artfully expressed. Bravo. Geoffrey Brewer June 1, 2021 at 8:31 AM Thank you, Richard.

Suzanne Delaney May 30, 2021 at 3:03 AM Addressing comfort and chaos in a beautiful flow of to and fro. ‘Could we assume to live in realms protected,’ Great summary. Wonderful sonnet. Best to you. SuZ Geoffrey Brewer May 31, 2021 at 1:29 PM Many thanks for your encouraging comments, Suzanne.

Gershon Wolf May 27, 2021 at 5:21 PM What a scathing message to the complacent you've delivered in the last six lines. Wow, Geoffrey. You wield a razor-sharp penknife, my friend! Kudos, Gershon Geoffrey Brewer May 31, 2021 at 1:27 PM Moi! I’m just a pussy cat really, but thanks for the macho booster, Gershon.

Quoth Theraven May 25, 2021 at 8:17 AM Geoffrey, Safe haven's search in a prophetic Sonnet's sigh. Somewhere a somber bell tolls as the pendulum continues its swing. The fragile wings still intact in this write. -Richard Geoffrey Brewer May 25, 2021 at 1:56 PM Richard, your response is itself poetry. Many thanks.