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Bluebell Woods in Hockley (first poems workshop)

Echo. Ever echoing come
words from the wild wood

drifting, always beckoning
that I should come for good

to the deep and the deepening
dusty silent still

heart, heart of the forest where
the thumping darkness will

find every thought in me
and lay them thick and flat

out on a carpet
of moss and bluebell sat

down, down in the forest,
lost to the mystery

solved and resolved to the silence
ever encircling me.

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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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OK so I can't find the *very first poem I wrote, it's lost in the stuff that came from the UK. But, this was the first thing i did, and printed out, back in the UK, when I was in my late teens, and first playing around with words. I'd dropped out of English, to study Computing (thanks Dad) and wished I stuck with it. I eventually stuck it up on an early website that I setup, called "Cornered Poetry" ooh bad bad pun, I thought it was so clever. Anyway, it's as early as it gets for me..way back in nineties world. Cheers. Chris.
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it's an early piece of work, there is that sort of brash rawness about it. Poetry trends change too and if I'd read this when you wrote it, I'd have hailed you as the next poetic god.
We've both come on a piece since then, our styles are more subtle and complex.
Yet I can still recognise you in here and I still take my hat off to you.
Jx

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I liked it back then, and i still like it. Students. I thought I was so clever putting the full stop after the first "echo" - oh...visionary! But, that place dose exist, and I walked there, and it's all very real in my memory.

Thank you.

Cheers,

Chris.

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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I didn't mean it was less of a poem for being one of your early ones........ but it is different to your current ones. Jx

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Taken in the spirit intended, thank you. Can't help feel we were more liberated back then.

Cheers.

Chris.

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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I would be quite happy were this my latest work.
Thought the repeat words worked well, and,,, "deep and the deepening
dusty silent still" really like that.
Could almost hear Richard Burton reading it.

Obi.

That means a bucket load to me, as I love Burton's reading of "Under milk wood" and I know exactly what you mean. Perhaps we can get "golden tonsils" Jess to do a reading.

Cheers.

Chris.

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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almost ethereal quality and can see the foggy morning fading off into the sunlit afternoon and then the dusk of the deep wood. Excellent! ~ Gee.
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I hope the forest has taken you
Deep and deeper still
Moss and bluebells
To Soften The fall

It's still there I hope (not a housing estate) let me see..

Hmm, it was a small nature reserve, in the Hill above the road into Nottingham from Southwell, that followed the Newark line, it looked like this, although this is a different Hockley(!) but this is what it was like when they were out:

http://hockleywoods.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/bluebells-hockley-woo...

and I used to go up here a fair bit too, which was an inspirational place:

http://www.nottinghamshirewildlife.org/nature-reserves/ploughman-wood/

I've found another woodland down here in Tassie, that gives me a different, re-kindled inspiration.

Thank you

Chris.

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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Morning, wow! It's 10:22 pm here. Glad it found you in the woods again. There is something very settling about woods I think we all get that. Silence is amplified between the gaps in the creaks and rustles of under-story.

Thanks.

Chris.

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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I'm inspired!
Mt next day off
I'm gone
Into the forest
Let me get lost
No guiding needed
Let lost guide us.....

I've been away from NP for too long..and this comment was posted a while ago, I like to reply and thank all who post, so if it inspired you to get lost in my words..then that's great!

Take care,

Chris.

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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My, this was beautiful. The rhythm got me as though amost in a trance. I'm happy to say this is the first poem I have ever read on neopoet - so thank you for a wonderful... welcome.

 

Love,
Steph

... to remember what it felt like to have my being set alight
beneath the moon when I was full and I was dancing with the night
when I could see beyond my sight
when I could see beyond my sight

Glad it was a welcome introduction! It's a long time since I was lost in those woods, but I have since found a new one to get lost in/entranced in.
You''ll find everyone very welcoming and supportive here, and get lots of constructive suggestions for your work, which I will read.

Thanks for the comments, glad you enjoyed.

Chris.

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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Just returned to thsm poem, and I've got to say again - it's like a thumping sound that comes all the way from the forest you're in. Really! Powerful stuff.

 

Love,
Steph

... to remember what it felt like to have my being set alight
beneath the moon when I was full and I was dancing with the night
when I could see beyond my sight
when I could see beyond my sight

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