Leanne Hogton
May 18, 2023
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Neopoem Of The Week May 14th To May 21st 2023

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Canal Walk

And off I go to walk a mile
Amongst the grass and flowers
I find a bench and sit a while
Maybe minutes but probably hours

I see the water ripple and sway
A sure sign of fish beneath
A raven shouts and flies away
To join it's lover on the heath

The lovely iris nods her head
In the gentle balmy breeze
The jogger puffs and pants ahead
Then stops as their lungs give a wheeze

As for me I sit with my notebook and pen
Recording the beauty around
Remembering when not so long ago
My demons weren't screaming out loud

But scream.they do I'm glad no one can see
The pictures my mind likes to paint
That horrific scene behind that sweet honey bee
I sit quietly and let my brain vent

By leanne Hogton

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Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Country/Region: Lancashire UK

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Geezer

is good and reminds me on this cold Spring morning
that there is, indeed, such a thing as warm weather.
I found it easy to look around and enjoy the flowers and birds
while sitting on the bench in the sun.
You give us just enough visuals to make it clear that we are in a natural setting
and then the horror of a bee! I wonder if you are allergic to them and hope that
the bee flies away harmlessly, and you are not stung!

The pace and meter could use a bit of work, but there is nothing major.
First stanza: "Maybe minutes but probably hours" could be: Maybe minutes but could be hours.

Third stanza: Could be: Stopping to have a wheeze

Fourth stanza: Here I sit with notebook and pen

The rhyme goes pretty well for the most part, but the near rhyme of around and loud doesn't work all that well.
How about using: My demons weren't howling like a hound? Which would also take care of the meter discrepancy.

Try: I sit quietly and see what ain't.
All-in-all, a good piece, that brings one to the early Spring morning, the canal and a bucolic scene.
~ Geezer.
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