Poetry Blogs (shade)
It knows its time but has grown in the ancient hedge
escaping the billhook and the thresher blade
standing 'gainst the farmer's pledge
that every stem should be neatly laid
It is as large as it needs to be and no more
its spread has grown to contain all of its leaves
and each year it grows to store
just as many leav...
Tuesday 20th November 2018 3:52 pm
The Imperfect Gardener
Someone once said, long ago or last week,
that it's futile on a finite and populous planet
to seek a truth, or a finely polished apple,
in the still-life-on-canvas we daily behold,
and by such uncouth behaviour
we are mostly confounded, and fail to grapple.
So we're prisoners here, in uncounted millions,
unable to leap high or fast enough to...
Sunday 5th November 2017 1:25 am
The Fire and the Rose
If death greets us singly, one-by-one, alone
And asks why we should not be taken back,
The brave will say (or else the wiser grown)
That little terror lies along that track;
Since each knows well he lives in separate rooms
Though sometimes letting others stay awhile,
But still the doorway closes as a tomb
Excludes affliction, slights the sinner's ...
Thursday 26th October 2017 1:05 pm