Saturday, 23 May 2009

Early Morning


ice, hard as stone

- standing – in the North –

bring it South, to home,

the hearth, the heart, the home.


Sons radiate upstairs

- I sit in new light

reading Emily Dickinson –

voices vibrate, doors

slam, open and re-slam.

The house cracks and a clock

ticks second by second.


Ice, hard as stone

- standing – in the North –

bring it South, to home,

the hearth, the heart, the home


and I feel a moment

(relax)

before slow steps

onto stairs;

an engagement

for needs,

hugs


Ice, hard as stone

- standing – in the North –

bring it South, to home,

the hearth, the heart, the home.


19 comments:

  1. Great poem John, really loving your work. Look forward to much more :-)

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  2. There's a kind of incantatory enchantment in this one. The repetitive hypnotic effect is soothing, healing. The hearth, the heart, the home...I love the way this circles around. I love "the Sons radiate upstairs - I sit in new light." Excellent. Keep Going!

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  3. Really a lovely poem. I love the repetition throughout, it gives an air of comfort. Sets the tone.

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  4. This is one of my favorite poems here. Was surprised I hadn't commented on it. Hearth, heart, home. I always enjoy the repetition in this one. In new light, voices vibrate, a clock ticks... I like those rhythms.

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  5. I feel the love that radiates warmth up and down staircases and across rooms. Ice, north or south, will always melt here.

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  6. I miss the hearth of my home as a child. Cold hands, warm fire the smell... it all came flooding back. Thank you

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  7. I just found this and enjoyed the read. Thank you

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  8. Very nice. I love the first 'verse', and the 'chorus' is haunting (in a good way) and very well worded. The second 'verse' seems a little shorter, faster paced, and with less visuals. I wasn't expecting that. Lovely poem overall. Keep up the awesome work! :)

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  9. Wonderful. The quiet of an early morning and then the lovely son approaching.

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  10. This particularly resonates with me today for several reasons... a beautiful piece! - P.D. Gourlais

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  11. Could I publish this on my website?

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  12. Love! "Ice, hard as stone

    - standing – in the North –

    bring it South, to home,

    the hearth, the heart, the home."

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  13. Love the repetition and alliteration. And of course I like the home, heart, and hearth---a very heart warming read---despite the cold outside.

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  14. Your poem gives me warmth on this cold winter night here in Sydney.

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  15. Good to read about ice and stone. Here in the northwest it's wet, dark and soft, and a little too warm. Happy holidays. Visiting from Twitter.

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