Saturday, 21 May 2011

Beauty and Power

Hey look at the colour of yon yellow rose

(the incorrigible edges of crazy plants)

rest and gaze-out from a mountain ledge

(now put on a harness, your mate is the belay)

how lyrically blowing - a lullaby

(from an ageing punk, strutting his stuff)

and a picture window onto the pond

(where a gannet plummets – spearing a fish).

Anger into joy,

fear turns into love

lifting a circle

beyond any 2D

with effort - and glory -

spiral upstairs.

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