holm

February 12, 2013

where the heart is
an island steadfast
washed by warm-stone light
a flood of dry tears fallen
in this copse of dreams
pricked in waking
the blood of a life shared
runs into furrows
of tomorrows
behind Hesiod’s plough.
the weight of this now
this quiet
is nature’s logic.

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6 Responses to “holm”

  1. tashtoo said

    was the plow of wood or iron do you think…love the reference…the weight of now…fantastic…and always, if we can find nature’s logic…the weight is manageable

  2. there is much logic to be found in nature…i found the blood of a life shared running in furrows to be quite evocative peter…

  3. Nice little jewel of a poem, Peter – I admire your technique and the tone you achieve here.
    Regards Scott http://www.scotthastie.com

  4. Stan Ski said

    Nature’s logic makes more sense than the contrived plans we often make for ourselves…

  5. lucychili said

    this is lovely:
    the weight of this now
    this quiet
    is nature’s logic.

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