Peppermint Aero Green Box
What goes in to nothingness
comes out unscathed:
minute unnoticed changes
from dark swathes of inner space,
the leaves’ green tips of carbon flame,
tall pots new-staged in restaurant window.
The Gardener’s Hut looks out
as if from its own transformation –
traumatic or benign?
I don't know what's in the green box:
a glossy close-up curving back,
a memory that springs out at you.
I see a box where flowers were,
and where a nice girl sat reading
framed in April sunlight;
and the tulips lining up
were trying to catch her eye
while the taller shrubs looked on
and the poets stood very still
and tall pretending to be planes,
or floating seeds, amber tea
pouring through dry air.
Sometimes, on the edge of hearing,
they can hear the church bells
grandly inaudible and loudly not there,
waiting for the world to end
at the turning of a page.
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What goes in to nothingness
comes out unscathed:
minute unnoticed changes
from dark swathes of inner space,
the leaves’ green tips of carbon flame,
tall pots new-staged in restaurant window.
The Gardener’s Hut looks out
as if from its own transformation –
traumatic or benign?
I don't know what's in the green box:
a glossy close-up curving back,
a memory that springs out at you.
I see a box where flowers were,
and where a nice girl sat reading
framed in April sunlight;
and the tulips lining up
were trying to catch her eye
while the taller shrubs looked on
and the poets stood very still
and tall pretending to be planes,
or floating seeds, amber tea
pouring through dry air.
Sometimes, on the edge of hearing,
they can hear the church bells
grandly inaudible and loudly not there,
waiting for the world to end
at the turning of a page.
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3 comments:
A compelling poem, which gets a line of thought across with coviction and with the help of some memorable lines: the leaves’ green tips of carbon flame,for instance.
That's just gorgeous! I loved
'and the poets stood very still
and tall pretending to be planes,
or floating seeds, amber tea
pouring through dry air.
Sometimes, on the edge of hearing,
they can hear the church bells'
Sorry, my appreciation bypasses the critical faculty, I just loved it.
Dave, Many thanks for your comment and thoughts on this. I appreciate it.
Lucy, Many thanks for your comment. I am so glad you liked this. Thanks.
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