Regeneration

the light at noon
spread over green:
fields of tender green,
recall the harvest
before time knew all,
but our names.

the seasons reinstate
grass bent beneath
the tread of innocents
who tried remaking the world.

memorials of thorn
uproot in a moment,
and who are we to disturb,
what is left underneath.

how many lovers since
haunted by sacrifice
lay nameless across
England's pungent greens.

in their kiss, we are scattered
between the gaps
in the thriving
meadow soil.

and birds above, explode
from the time-worn trees
and wheel dreamlike, toward the sun.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful thoughts of our green and pleasant land through the ages and all the lovers who have come and gone. I read several times and pondered in thought. A poignant read, it touched my heart Jamie.

Chris

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This is beautiful and ethereal like wisps of fog across a moor at morning. We all want regeneration. But sometimes the winter of our discontent is long. I enjoyed the read,

[Casey Truax]

There is a genuine tenderness to this one. In my mind I hear it whispered. A great vision of the “green and pleasant land.”

[John the Baptist]

Quite a moving offering here. Most of the poem dwells upon the lovers lost to remorseless time, but the last stanza lifts us upward, reinforcing the theme of the title.