It seems contentment becomes or is
knowing and resting
on the spoilt coast of the kiss.
This morning jets of blossom
in the blossoming tree
spring a surprising red,
wagtails tack to the lawn
and the world throws back its head
neither knowing nor resting
the strong tree where the clear-eyed
blackbird’s whistle and nesting necessity sum,
there in the blood of blossom and bole, the sun.
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(from “The Light Of Day (I)” to be published soon)
With thanks. Glad you like poetry, and glad you tell me so.
Thanks again. Well, I’m self-publishing this collection. They’re old poems I never submitted to the small mags. “The Light Of Day” is cos they haven’t seen any yet!
Just loved it, you are very talented
Thank you again for your praise and feedback – very welcome.
Well done! Nice post!
Thanks again for reading and commenting – very welcome.
you’re most welcome sir…
Thank you for reading poetry and thanks for your feedback.
Very nicely said Jonathan. Kuddos to you for your publication soon.