Gee, something to be nice about in this, my
very first post to Poetryetc.: yes, terrific poem,
and I agree (I hate to admit) with the dingbat
who said:
> I love this:
>
> "and the land goes soft
> upon the thought
> of land"
>
> Best,
>
> Judy
>
> On 3 March 2010 10:46, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
>
>> what lullaby resides within
>> when wholly-owned sub-
>> strata quicksandalwood
>> a way through domiciles
>> and commisaries and
>> estate sales fathomed
>> as a last
>> endowed
>> resort
>>
>> impervious to latitude although
>> the longitude will
>> remain among us
>> now that our plain children
>> cease to mollify
>> mundanity while we project
>> these tissues of importance
>> that surround routine
>>
>> listen to the Dutch elm
>> breeze shake childhood
>> from familiar breezes
>> (one speaks of porches
>> in a handful of small
>> conversations)
>>
>> and the land goes soft
>> upon the thought
>> of land, the hills
>> beyond en-
>> close us amid
>> imagined space appearing
>> gently to be modifying
>> itself and others of us
>> all across the acronyms
>> for substances
>> to be resisted
>> or approached,
>> abused some summer
>>
>> when the look of
>> pavement holds heat
>> for the duration, and a side
>> of affection holds still,
>> holds true,
>> holds even water
>> for the heart
>> to mind the existential
>> looking seeming sounding
>> store of recollections
>>
>>
>> sheila e. murphy
>>
>>
--Bob G.
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