The Frailty Poem

I went to the Netherlands. While there I wet t an exhibition of Rembrandt etchings, one caught my imagination of Adam and Eve - they were human beings not ideal figures This is an incomplete work.

The season - suspended - with cold certainty

Out there - beyond my thought - life?

A sparse tree - solitary - unkempt branches

Leaves - my neighbour's garden - with apples?

Waiting for a waiting - hanging about 

Waiting at the wrong time - unobserved

As once they waited - before time 

Hung from a tree - before waiting

Not as elsewhere - a grounded halo

Waiting - to rot around the trunk

Past emblems of a past growth

A forgotten nurture - laying - waiting - lost

The unmade space the untouched tree

All is - will be - quick scintillation

Preceding an eye - rolling before thought

No name - no clearing - no Amen

The tree is - the tree is

A wonder to be - as was

Invokes a - hopes a - a charm

Is now - their captor - their attention

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Breezed leaves splashing light about 

Ordinary green  - now yellow - now white

Noise of the world - unpassed - passing

A focus - a clearing - a thought 

They walk hand in hand - untroubled

A precarious loss murmurs within them 

A name - not theirs - not known 

A hiding - not hidden - to enticement

Noticed - them not being anywhere - is 

Grasped in to the garden of existence

In a corner of an eye

With a glance and an approaching

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[magenta24uk]

Very beautiful. I could imagine the painting and see them there. Waiting in the trees. A great emotive piece. Thank you for sharing.