PerpendicularA Poem by Mark HeathcoteHow did that web cut a horizontal line? From washing pole to tree What pendulum of imagined thought Swung it’s self into the face of me.
It’s so miraculous to see… How vexed even we can be to break These autumnal webs that prohibit me From keeping such ill positioned keepsakes.
They’re so Perpendicular! Demonstratively beautiful to the gardener Who should envy their knot garden designs? But god, what irritating, landmine’s. © 2013 Mark HeathcoteReviews
|
Stats
187 Views
4 Reviews Added on October 20, 2013 Last Updated on October 20, 2013 AuthorMark HeathcoteMancheter, United KingdomAboutI like all kinds of poems but I tend to gravitate toward eastern spiritual poetry. My muse almost demands it of me. So you may find quite a few being poured out from time to time. I all so write man.. more..Writing
|