Thursday, July 30, 2015

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

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