Accentuate

 

“Begin to weave and God will give the thread.” ~German Proverb


All it needs is a beginning, a middle, and an arbor.
The plan is to put up arbors for roses, make cuttings
for new plants, and for seedlings cultivate compassion.

Or will someone?  They wonder, how much is enough?
She tries to make earth better, realizing that by noon
the tide will have gone out.  Someone walks on the surface

of the moon, crying, one, two, three in a suit.  Ignition
and countdown, engineers could find a use for onyx.
or architects, work in masonry.  What’s rose’s name?

Over and over again, it is always the same for each
cluster of grapes on the vine.  They tell us to accentuate
the good parts, mask the flaws.  There was copper

at the base of the kettle.  Now the winter’s gone cold.
We huddle inside like a corn cob in its husked enclosure.
When we dream of becoming great and second to none,

we think maybe we should have gone somewhere, tumbled
across the dry tundra like a tumble weed, and to climb up
a mountain by the sweat of our brow only to drink up reverie.

I see that there is much more to be done in the aftermath
of a calculated river.  On a treetop rock-a-by baby rocks. 
We walk under the high ceiling to hear our voices echoing

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

there are some interesting images in this piece...i would like to have seen the rose image carried through the entire piece...it disappears after the third stanza...i feel it would tighten the piece to keep that thread throughout...just thoughts.