Terrific as snap and on the way to becoming a real poem, Andrew/
Best from Max
(millennia, I think)
On 9/06/11 7:27 PM, "andrew burke" <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> On hard rock ridges in The Kimberley‹
> Red flushed cheekbones on its ancient face‹
> Grooves scar the surface
> Where Jaru sharpened their spears.
> Wild extremes of weather
> Havenąt worn these stone grooves flat,
> Millenia havenąt erased the patina
> Of one civilisation before another,
> The one before us now.
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> In my mind I feel grooves
> Of dogma, prayers and chants,
> Delicious incense and the lyrical smell
> Of candles snuffed after Benediction.
> Torrential rains have questioned them,
> Wild winds are weaker than their hold.
> At night in the yard I stand, evaluating
> Their mark, their meaning, and turn away
> Unsatisfied.
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> All comments welcome, as always.
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> Andrew
> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> 'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at
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> http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766
> http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html
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