Poetry Thursday

(borrowing the idea from the lovely Margaret Cooter)

 Ode to a few yellow flowers

Against the blue shaking its blue,

the sea, and against the sea,

a few yellow flowers.

October arrives.

And although

the developed sea is so important,

its myth, mission, yeast,

the gold

of a single yellow plant

explodes on the sand

and your eyes

are tied

to the round,

escaping from the magnanimous sea

and its whip.

we are dust, we shall become.

Not air, or fire, or water

but earth,

we shall be

mere earth

and maybe

a few yellow flowers.

                                                                                                                                                                                            My favourite poet Pablo Neruda, from All the Odes Farrer, Straus and Giroux 2013