Silver rings
spiraling
holding leaves
and lines,
a spine.
By Mary E. Lohan
Showing posts with label NJ poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NJ poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
Tuesday, February 7, 2017
Suburban Mornings - A Poem (from "Speaking to the Darkness")
New Jersey, USA
The first stirs
of morning
arrive as shrills,
whistles, tweets,
against a backdrop
of dewy, dark nothingness --
so blankety soft and still,
I can hear my own breath.
But as the world illuminates
from below,
burly groans emerge,
the whirls of man --
mowers, weeders,
saws and blowers,
their racket so loud
windows are mere
membranes now.
I must endure the
hours of manicuring,
primping,
the shaping of Nature,
into a green "couture"
landscape,
to be appreciated
by the few who
saunter or drive by.
By Mary E. Lohan
The first stirs
of morning
arrive as shrills,whistles, tweets,
against a backdrop
of dewy, dark nothingness --
so blankety soft and still,
I can hear my own breath.
But as the world illuminates
from below,
burly groans emerge,
the whirls of man --
mowers, weeders,
saws and blowers,
their racket so loud
windows are mere
membranes now.
I must endure the
hours of manicuring,
primping,
the shaping of Nature,
into a green "couture"
landscape,
to be appreciated
by the few who
saunter or drive by.
By Mary E. Lohan
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