Magnolia blooms –
My Mother’s garden renews ~
‘Sure that soil is spent’
Her mother famously said –
She was gloriously wrong.
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Rusticated walls –
Wood posing as stone, falseness ~
Most unlike the man.
The farm, the garden in bloom ~
Here he is, feeding the world.
You taught violin –
Shafts of light in the school day ~
Sister among boys –
I think we were your children –
and I want to thank you now.
Post flight, wait for bags –
The carousel, they arrive ~
Old nun, beside him.
He stays to help her with hers –
Why do we do that? Strange beasts.
Trudging Oakley Road –
Heavy bags cutting fingers ~
Recalls student days.
Housewarming a friend’s new home ~
Much the same, much also changed.
Once, we were hunting –
Two taken down ~ second lost –
Lost in the bracken.
It was down, deserved honour –
Boy, driven mad seeking it.
Arranging three shapes –
Neutral ~ outline form, shadow ~
Red green, yellow green…
Fill in the blue white background –
Only now, ready to paint.
Hoheria blooms –
Finally, Summer is here –
White flower carpet.
Excited bees, ‘gainst the clock
Flowers falling, soft warm snow.
So many lunches –
A comfortable friendship ~
Use our mitts to eat.
Outside, time is passing by ~
and to each, their own moment.
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Grateful acceptance of Poetry Palace award for week 54.
http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2011/10/perfect-poet-award-week-54.html
I wish to nominate ‘Halfway Between The Gutter And The Stars’ for the next award. ‘We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the kerb.’
http://halfwaybetweenthegutter.wordpress.com/
Tails
This deep dream we share –
Of jumping high and so far ~
Ancestor echoes.
Fire
Our backs to the fire –
Facing into the deep dark –
Some watch while some sleep.
Flint
The flint is fashioned –
Nodule to tool ~ final form –
Seen in the mind’s eye.
Mammut
Felled mammoth’s last breath –
Comes after much waiting ~ watched –
We give it its time.
Rivals
The dark ones attack –
We shield the women –
We kill ~ no remorse.
Fall
All mums are busy –
Gathering the ripened fruits –
A time to take stock.
Meat has given us time ~ now –
We shape the world ~ bit by bit.
Image
Blow paint on the hand –
Leaves a mark on the cave wall –
Wave to the future.
Ice
The Ice grows bigger –
Scouring away all our work –
and so we move South.
We meet the others ~ a truce –
The first child ~ hybrid vigour.
Passing
Mammoths excepted –
We’re the only animal –
That tends to our dead.
Rise
As leaves slowly fall –
Viewed ~ a new phenomenon –
Someone feels for them.
