THIS NOW MY THOUGHTS

A love poem

THIS NOW MY THOUGHTS

 

this now my thoughts

open at the image of your name

won’t be revealing

the secrets they explain-

do you do the same

on these out walks

remembering the rain

drop fractals on us feeling.

 

back we go again,

without preachers

or bad teachers,

harvest high with hope

just us and frayed strands

of poetry and bands

on this bridge of notes

our mind spans.

 

in give we’ve got

the bloom of this plot

in garden to river

shaping start and stop

the melting clock

of body quake then quiver

through the Dreamtime day night

and soul spirit lit by landscape light.

 

we climb the Orange Rock

to revert back far

but have no Gaelic croft

to live in who we are.

it has changed hands

until the purpose of these lands

shoots dissenting music out of birds

and sucks all truth from ancient words

 

so existence is

another language.

 

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones from his book WOODED WINDOWS. 2011. All Rights Reserved.

 

Reviews

[Nebula]

The beauty of words
A beautiful poem