Sunday, November 16, 2008


fall planting, mulching,
an endless row of new roots—
come spring, bleeding hearts

scattered day light false dim hollow bluesilver rind of early winter in
spatter rain on chimney tin chill echo wind in pipe mind crest towards release
buried under lantern tree and soil cold heart broken beat of hibernation
dim city of soil frozen now frozen long enough to sleep awaken sleep again
still timeheart in bright return still cloudlight weeks of dim desperate sage
in time this rain falling fades to earth running under rock granite mica mirrors
lamped in time in waterfall in river running up cataclysmic to ancient ocean
scattered now light fade to dim still cloud light fade to still timeheart in bright return

bluegold cloudedge briefly clearing above shaved fields
in frigid dusk ice etching into skin brokenhanded bare and stilling

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Blogger Dave King said...

I loved this on first reading, but will ahve to return to it a few times. It has something of an incantatory nature. Puts me in mind of W.S.Graham - and what more complimentary can I say than that? Excellent.

3:38 AM  
Blogger Crafty Green Poet said...

beautiful, I love the stream of consciousness feel to it and all the wonderful images

7:56 AM  

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