Wednesday, 23 April 2014

On with the Motley OR A Brief Critique on Nature Poetry



As each day closes and prepares for dawn, we hopefully anticipate the next; and so it goes on with life, death, love and nature tracking The Torchbearer across time and space...

ON WITH THE MOTLEY or A BRIEF CRITIQUE ON NATURE POETRY

See late evening clouds billowing;
bulbous folds of a Big Top

Leafy shapes performing in trees;
trapeze artistes in sequins

Spring breeze rippling through it all;
old gods and new, laughing…

Sun’s last blushes on a white dove;
paint on the face of a clown

Lovers in best complimentary seats
enjoying candy floss kisses

Faces shutting down (show's over),
parading back into their cages

Nature poetry, playing ring master
to the greatest show on earth


[Note: This poem has been slightly revised since first appearing in 1st eds. of Tracking the Torchbearer by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2012; 2nd (revised) e-edition in preparation]

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