With You In Mind

Walking in sailor fields amongst the nettles picking blackberries,
the brambles cut deep savage the mind. Yet the bowl to be filled
the jam to be boiled the bread of hope to be flavourful,
the innocence of it all enhanced by the beauty of this place.

an arcing rainbow
blazon sky holds cotton clouds
wild tussocks frolic

The village shimmers in idyllic peace, the veil of eastern promise
chases the setting sun, bequeath a heavenly sequin blanket, to
lovingly cloak God’s very own. Life had not changed much
in the place, except some men returned leaving their memories
over yonder, while others stayed away their bones to lay within 
‘Alien soil.’ ‘England expects.’ Et cetera!

striped bees’ pink clover
rich meadows so verdant wait
wild poppies stand tall

Alas the hurt does not diminish for those left behind, walking alone
in their beloved sailor fields amongst the nettles picking blackberries,
where the sweetest words of love they shared together no more said
only the shadows the silhouettes and these moments truly blest.

dragonfly hunting
dandelion seeds gliding
wild wind song regaled

© Harry J Horsman   2022

A revamped free verse
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Baker Avatar
August 24, 2022 at 4:09 PM
Excellent work, Harry A Triple Haibun, I'm impressed my friend. Thanks for sharing, Bill
Nicholsen Avatar
August 21, 2022 at 2:25 AM
Wunderbar piece Harry truly enjoyed reading this warm wishes
Goldsmith Avatar
August 16, 2022 at 1:54 PM
An amazing Haibun story/write. Wish I had some homemade blackberry jam with warm fresh baked bread. Have a fun/great/blessed day writing away............
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
August 7, 2022 at 10:32 AM
wow wow wow xx
Rose  Avatar
August 4, 2022 at 9:32 PM
Your scenery expands with every word, described, another great beauty not to resist, thank you
Kendrick Avatar
August 4, 2022 at 8:09 AM
I like the descriptive and expressive work you have revamped in this one. I always enjoy a scenic ride or walk with nature be it in person or of reading it in a novel or poem. Your visit to my page was so uplifting this morning. Sara
Buehler Avatar
August 3, 2022 at 8:39 PM
I love the gorgeous images which grace this haunting poem, Harry. Well crafted! :)
Dietrich Avatar
August 2, 2022 at 1:20 PM
wow, you revamped it marvelously. So poignant, Harry!! (as for NDA, I tried it and still don't get it)
Sangster - K Avatar
August 2, 2022 at 5:53 AM
Wonderful poetic imagery that took me right there Harry. Your poem evokes both the beauty and loss. This one is going straight into my faves. Cheers my friend :-)
George Avatar
August 2, 2022 at 4:17 AM
Beautiful memories of a land left behind where as a child gathered blackberries. Though the brambles cut deep, there was the eagerness to fill the bpwl ! A beautiful haibun of mixed memories, sweet and sour like the blackberries !
Salehi Avatar
July 31, 2022 at 4:30 PM
Beautiful imagination...
Kavanagh  Avatar
July 31, 2022 at 1:12 PM
This one reminds me of revisiting the battlefields of WW1 Harry, beautiful pastures and wildlife now, but underneath the remains of soldiers who went to their deaths pointlessly, a haunting poem with exceptional writing skill, cheers David
Deschler Avatar
July 31, 2022 at 10:21 AM
Mother Nature always has a way of bringing us peace with her beauty, even in life's saddest moments... I truly enjoyed reading your wonderful poem, Harry. Beautifully written!
Pandit Avatar
July 31, 2022 at 5:53 AM
Beautifully reminiscing poetry--excellent images ruminating of past. Well crafted poem, Harry.
Cunningham Avatar
July 31, 2022 at 1:12 AM
Stunning imagery Harry, a well composed haibun Tom
Buhagiar Avatar
July 31, 2022 at 1:06 AM
Wonderfully described. Makes me feel I was there. Such great imagery,
Faulkner Avatar
July 30, 2022 at 8:02 PM
Your imagery is so vivid, I can feel the sun on the back of my neck and the sting of the grass as I pluck the blackberries, if this is for the contest, it should be a top winner~
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace