Calming Soul
written by: the hairy bum welder
Silhouettes of trees
Under a snow moon
Hazy sky
A spiritual calm
Empty roads
And distant lights
Just me
The dark
And spirits alike
A barn owl swoops
Without a sound
With wide eyes
Looks around
Can he see?
The spirits that sit
With me
Are the entities
Within his sights
With Orbs like fireflies
And calming soul
I sit in peace
With the spirits
I once
Knew
I'm a 53-year-old welder/fabricator with a passion for poetry. I live near Cambridge, in the UK. I've suffered from anxiety for years, poetry helps. Sometimes I can't even remember writing when the anxiety is that bad. I think did I really write that?? A lot of my poetry I don't name, I hope it relates to people and their personal thoughts as it does mine, so they can choose to name it personal to them. I also have a page on Facebook, 'Poetry by the hairy bum welder.'
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