Morning poem
FinsburyParkCarrots
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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
.....:)
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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ps. New Codes made me smile too.
keep them coming
P.S. was reading a pj site at the weekend and just got the name finsburyparkcarrots. lol