Tuesday, February 8, 2011

New Prospect Pottery

1 comment:

  1. http://mscomfortzone.blogspot.com/
    posted today


    Love

    In pencil the heart is naked-
    carbon on paper pulp,
    lead on wood,
    the same me writing to the same you,
    impulse activating muscle and bone,
    thought ending in a gesture.

    About today-
    a particular day for this rose bush, sporting new green
    on old canes hardened in frost.
    From the root
    suspended juices slowly
    rise.

    Even in dormancy-
    a pulse.

    Nothing halts elemental generating-
    somewhere, sometime,
    it's always spring,
    waiting for conditions to signal.

    Come on-
    here's the never ending circle of cyclical things.

    Dear five-petaled Rosa-rugosa-
    we have come here to die,
    you and I,
    come faithfully, year after year,
    alive like this,
    beginning again.

    A caterpillar who loves us-
    is turning within it's sack, where shaping is visible.
    When it emerges,
    needing nourishment,
    we'll give ourselves up to that
    hunger.

    Even in dormancy-
    a pulse.

    Nothing halts elemental generating-
    somewhere, sometime,
    it's always spring,
    waiting for conditions to signal.

    Come on-
    here's the never ending circle of cyclical things.

    Welcome.

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