The Laneway

Lovely. Adore how you ended the poem, Judd. I have many friends I talk with. Usually I sit by their graves. Hug, ~A "A poem is never finished, only abandoned." ~ Paul Valery

Reading this piece caused me to feel calm and comfortable with a hint of anticipation. My favorite lines: I wander the tranquillity often, sit in cool comfort shed by the trees, feel the fragrance of rose earthiness permeating my mind, beautifully written Love, Cat

Dear J., I love the flow in this piece. It is very soothing and tinged with sadness. Love it. P.

Ann of Norway This is my country lane but the one I walked along with my mother and sister singing "Glad that I live am I, that the sky is blue..." and listening to the yellow hammer we saw that day on the five bar gate, gazing up into the tall trees against the sky, passing the gateways where the brambles stopped, and generally feeing so happy that I existed at all. I think I was six or seven, that I don't remember. It still is my country lane in memory and still is as vivid as if it were right now, here. Love to you in your secret place, and thank you for sharing it with us judyanne, fom annanya.

An extremely touching poem filled with wistfulness and love! Superb imagery, soothing flow, and ready to read, again and again!

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The old lanes of memory cross time and space ... beautifully done Judd I am near to speechless love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

Awesome Pen Judy! Truly beautiful and demonstrates that no matter what path we follow in life in always leads us back to Spirit. Kudos my friend. Love and Hugs, Venus xxxx

This is a truly wonderful read, one that we all can relate to for we all have that beautiful escape path we tend to frolic in... loved the way you ended it, although I am not sure who Jeremy is, if he is in your beautiful place, he must be someone very special. soothing read, thanks for posting it, I felt good after reading it and that is a wonderful thing to be able to give to a reader. Richard

Ann of Norway Today 13th March 2010 this was in the Norwegian poetry 'ring':- PÅ EN SKOGSSTI = On a woodland path (translated kinda-I think the wood star is the wood anemone)   Today I shall go on familiar paths and animal tracks Paths seldom trod by people I go slowly and let the hours run away Notice the perfume of fir trees and sunburnt earth The wood-star there lights up between the firs I see the ants that strive beside the hidden pond for their colony in the ant hill never tiring.   Perhaps the path ends at a forgotten wood-star With wild flowers and the cries of gulls, small lazy waves that break on the beach I see the fish leap and snap up a tiny fly in blushing sunset I will thank that old path which accepted my footsteps and brought me here A place where my mind comes to rest-is at peace. Erik Halvorsen, Hurdal, Norway.    

It is a touching poem that I think many can relate to...car tragedys are a part of most of the lives of people I know. It is hard to face, to deal with, the fact that they won't pull up on your driveway anymore...one which you have beautifully captured in a poem. "The hushed laneway in which no one travels" is the line in which I take to mean one of two things...simply no one travels this quiet laneway or a deeper meaning of the way no one talks about it because of the pain and scaring it represents. Well written, L.