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Jill thanks enjoyed each verse for me is like a poem 6 snaps ! On 05/04/2018 00:55, Jill Jones wrote: > Hi Patrick, > > Here is the poem, if you've a mind. > > I find that occasionally these poetryetc posts disappear or get out of > order. > > Time Circles and Nectar > > What is time? > ‘We have to turn the clocks > back tonight.’ > We gain an hour. > But we know we don’t. > Hours aren’t time. > I watch a bee on the paver. > I think it’s dying. > Its last day, last minute? > It turns and turns > time circles, death circles. > > Above there’s a daylight moon > near full. It’s been there > a long time, hanging around space. > Moon time and bee time > are different and the same > When your time’s up, it’s up. > Up till now the year > has been tiring. > > ‘The light looks different > in winter.’ It does but how. > Lower, softer maybe. > Or mellow and aching > They say it’s to be > a warm dry autumn > then a cold winter > It’s time it rained > so ground can be more > subtle, our skins > more tender. > > We’ve remade the garden > so our plants can tolerate > drought. So they’re less > like dying paper. > I’ve lived all my life > on this old dry continent. > I still can’t tolerate drought. > I die each summer. > We got rid of most of > the exotics, the plants > of the north. Roses were > never sensible, only beautiful > within that sensual breath > so lush and transient. > > I watch the bee. > It’s a native bee. > All bees love the nectar > whether rose nectar > callistemon nectar > gum nectar, apricot nectar. > It’s all sweet like > the thought of time. > No, that’s bittersweet. > It never stops. One day > I will stop hanging round > here. > > I see time’s wave, shivering > up there in gum leaves > feel its particles compress > under my feet near where > the bee moves. > They’re predicting another > cyclone in the Top End > and ex-Tropical Cyclone Iris > is still mashing > Queensland beaches. > While down here > around me, I almost believe > I can smell the bush’s > old honey, the lost strains > of rose petal, the life cycle > of eucalypt sap. > I leave the bee to what > continues to happen. > > ________________________ > Jill Jones > www.jilljones.com.au > > Latest book: Brink, Five Islands Press > http://fiveislandspress.com/catalogue/brink-jill-jones > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Poetryetc: poetry and poetics" > To: > Cc: > Sent:Wed, 4 Apr 2018 16:50:45 +0100 > Subject:Re: Time Circles and Nectar > > I can't find this poem lots of alasses > > On 04/04/2018 16:37, Sheila Murphy wrote: > > Jill, this is astonishing, moving, pure, and deeply real for me. > Every > > breath of this poem builds toward a connected beauty. Thank you. > Sheila >