I really enjoyed the pace and narrative of this, Stephen. Although the
'winter heart' pulled me up short - self realisation methinks.
Andrew
On 17 November 2010 09:17, Stephen Vincent <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> In a waking dream a green ocean swells up beyond the shore;
> Somewhere a megaphone announces a young child is dead.
>
> It's not the way I like to start the day: in bed with mortality beckoning.
>
> At noon I go swimming. A pregnant woman invites me share her lane,
> "You look like you are almost due."
> "Sometimes this week," she smiles. "The pressure is really on."
> Back and forth we kick, stroke & cross the side of each others path.
>
> One thousand yards later (no kidding!), I climb out the pool.
> She floats slowly on her back, laps of water caressing her face.
> I raise my hand in a kind of salute,
> "I wish you safe passage." She smiles back.
>
> Early morning by death, noon by life:
> Cycles - I hear them coming - the oncoming, winter heart.
>
> Stephen Vincent
>
--
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at
http://www.picaropress.com/
http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766
http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html
|