embers
it
would be nice
not
to be bent
like
this tree
carrying
the curve of the hill
the
wind does it
or
someone in childhood
who
plants fear in our roots
it
would be nice
to
disappear
into
a woman's heart
dancing
can do it
until
we call for more wine
to
fuel our crowded feet
no
sense wanting
what
wasn't made or graced
it's
just i can't help noticing
this
old world growing older
"t would be nice
ReplyDeletenot to be bent
like this tree
carrying the curve of the hill" - as pensive as ever Mr Hart. It is great to see you on the blogosphere!
thanks for the visit OT, and welcome
DeleteSuch a tender expose of the aging process, the human condition which means we all long for youth, love, wanting what wasn't made.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, Ed. I hope it is a good one for poetry.
Hey ed
ReplyDeletegreat to see you! and hearing you
and reading you all at once !!!
with jack frost and the seeming permanence of a north European winter
effecting the density of my bones and eventually my personality
I could feel this with added significance.
best, arron
Arrgh!!! just wrote you a nice note and it disappeared, but I know you are worth at least two nice notes!!!Sitting in Mexico and reading my Mexico how great is that!!!! The stanza with the dancing is so close to my heart because my patio is the place where time ceases to exist and we dance until the wine threatens injury which doesn't take long these days...lol. Cant tell you how good it is to see you crawling the halls again. Miss and Love you!
ReplyDeleteno one is more welcome than you, my friend...you shine a bright light on my page, and in my old heart, cowboy...hopefully we'll meet on the range again, sip a few coronas and watch the sunset
DeleteIt's Beccy. I enjoyed this when I read it a while back, to hear you read it so beautifully gladdens my heart..
Deletehow far might we bend seems to the question. Lovely and thoughtful and wise soul, dearest Ed.
ReplyDelete~Tamara
Don't stay away too long
ReplyDeleteBeccy