a tree, far away,
fragile to the forces
of nature
but well grounded.
a lone cannon
maybe
but i've never known
you to shoot off
without good reason.
you do not choose
to live in a box
like others
creating mansions
and cascades
and freefalls all
carefully sculpted
in mountains of paper.
we both love living
in those paper mountains.
so alike
but different
in the detail.
forceful
or forthright?
who cares?
when it's all
stripped bare
between us
inside those paper
mountains, you mine
for diamonds while
i like to harvest
the shadows.
you are wise
council, when
all around me
is in disarray
you float a boat
on my tears.
you are wise council.
for martin.
Thanks Kerryn. Nice poem
ReplyDeleteHis emails and writing often turn up in the most unexpected places, He is of course remembered in the annual Urban Realist Award.
i know wendy, i just want poeple to see how much he helped people too. that & i miss him. but thank you for reading, hope you like the blog, i know martin wood have loved this kind of self publishing. x
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