Saturday 3 October 2009

Elderberry globules

constellating silver and black,

hang, waving a dangled cluster

of dendrites, each with a full-stop

of juicy bounty longing

to explode blue-black links

between a tree root, leaf and fruit

and out into an inky mouth that flies

away, winging air: a fountain of creation.



7 comments:

  1. Wow, this is some amazingness poetry here. I am in awe.

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  2. This could be a perfect ending for my poem/post of agony this morning. God just spoke directly through you to me, no distance at all. Fruit man. Big fruit.
    Thanks for listening. Saying it.

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  3. The 'fountain of creation' 'hang' a wonderful cycle here. One must look close to see the whole process explode into tapestry of the biosphere. Sorry for getting giddy. I am reminded of the Medusa and the Snail, where Lewis could not keep his mind still thinking of the two symbiots together.
    Nice!
    @lenbogarad

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  4. Three great comments here already I need say no more than that.

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  5. Excellent. Thank you for sharing with us. :)

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