Where I Forgot

[jams01752]

Hi,

This is a first draft of a poem. Looking for criticism. Thanks!

In the wildlife down the footpath,
surrounded by green seas, brick free
The breeze, bees and trees meet at once,
a river and a small castle bathe,
in the smooth natural order
A home which catered for the soul        

I found myself noticing few,
certain qualities there which, I,
also observed within myself    
Soft sand, malleable like clay,
the tide helps it change, morph into,
something solid, fresh, made anew

I, the rocks which the water lapped,
nature's duster shines the rock face
The birds songs appeared to cure,
calm and restitch my mind's loose seams      
Nature's way of healing it made,
time, space and silence culminate

I sought prolonged quiet so,
I could hurl it between my ears
To extract the stress of old tears,
I bathed in an organic spa,
being washed clean of memory,
and any blemishes fear caused

I left a scratch on a large rock,
as to leave myself a trigger
So if I had to show myself,
to remember, how to forget,
I could return to the water,
back to the same mark on the cliff