Morning poem

FinsburyParkCarrots
FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
edited February 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The eye strains for shapes,
parameters of line:
do you see the way that tree ends?
Across the flat fens, the eye is moved left to right,
taking in furrowed rolls of ploughed brown earth
and potato yield:
trying to seek contrast with the overarching blue above;
trying to fit every grain apart from grain,
every molecule autonomous.
There is reason, the eye says:
Knowing how things are by where they start and cease.

But the sun blurs the eyes
to see gold in the grooves of black earth
and dark mist low in a mistless sky;
just as the wind sounds space through form
echoing
the call of a tree homed by cubs and mother
the flap and chirp and rustle of a Kingfisher in the brambley brook
and my pulse in my head,
beating the time of my life to all I behold
watching the road ahead
"ascend off into the light" in the present sense
.....:)
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  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Good morning indeed! Lovely Fins! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Thankee, B.E. girl!

    :)
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    Thankee, B.E. girl!

    :)

    You are most welcome!

    ps. New Codes made me smile too. :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • Squirrel
    Squirrel Posts: 337
    wow this is beautiful!!!
  • mulac
    mulac Posts: 97
    anoter nice poem from fins


    keep them coming



    P.S. was reading a pj site at the weekend and just got the name finsburyparkcarrots. lol
    the passenger is life

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