Another image-rich, beautiful poem by Lynne Burnett!
Photo by frank mckenna on Unsplash
Variable, the pastures hooved by lives
in full gallop, unbridled by time:
beneath the immutable drift of the sun
move the rounded and risen,
the angled and gleaming, the limbs,
wings, fins sweating with use.
Unstoppably given to their one life.
As the light gives unstoppably—
teacupped in petals, glowing
in a green persuasion of leaves,
slipping through salt-licked grains
of sand, lifted high on a spread
wing, in the flash and splash
of a salmon’s fin, between a deer’s
leap and a dog’s outstretched paw.
And this, the monopoly of earth’s
home star: a bright creeping
into the rooms behind closed doors.
This is night’s good pupil, daily bent
over the riveting texts of our world,
whose gaze, upon turning
a sudden last page, stays warm
on the straightening back of a man,
warm on his unstoppable hands.
Another poem from my chapbook…
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Thank you SO much, Bob! You’re the best!
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You’re welcome, Lynne. And, nah!
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Humble to the core… 😉
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Ordinary to the core.
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Beautiful writing, Lynne!!!
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Thank you, VioletBlue! (My favourite colours)
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They’re very soothing together! My 7 year old’s grammy loves them too.
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Beautifully written an very metaphoric…
chris
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It is, isn’t it! Lynne’s chapbook is exceptional.
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Appreciate that, Chris! So pleased you like it.
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Some day I may write, as wels dreaming….
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The scansion moves like a gyre. Very strong musically.
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Yes, Lynne’s poems are truly meant to be read aloud.
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Thank you for that, Daniel Paul! Really like that thought – words as an instrument.
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