Suggests unprecedented, original, creative ---
'we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight,
or any experience that reveals the human spirit' ee cummings
Autumn
Plentiful, a few leaves rattle overhead;
uncountable , brown collateral
- mulch of a future generation
and, every second, a dry cornflake floats
or plummets onto muddy autumn ground;
to be soaked and eaten by water, worms and earth.
Whilst airborne, no longer fixed or allied
to a mother tree with her branch and fire; deep, deep roots,
but, re-formed, sways away from her great connection
(with soft-hard edges) into a new collective.
Heading for chemical, mineral, damned decay
in a spinning fall from old body to new body
at the turn of the season, heading inevitably into
a turn of the year.
Why not?
Colin was an old guy
we met in a bar-room;
Andrew clocked him early,
gave a target smile.
Colin got latched onto
(caught in Andrew’s chat-up)
singularly focused,
singing little songs;
but surprise lurked close
when Andrew met him nose to nose,
asked him in all sweet-ness,
a laser - ‘are you Jesus?’
Shocked he blustered ‘I am not!’
and Andrew caught him - now - ‘Why not?!’
YES..What a great question...Andrew is definitely a star.
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Love this poem
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Jesus walked into the sea
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The End
Ok needs some pruning...So hard to write nature poems ...
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