Saturday 30 June 2012

O BODY

O body, leave me cold and dry
the light in the puddle
is not the moon

Else the cold warmth tried
of an old man’s face, askance
in the knowing

3 comments:

  1. Stunning! There's a whole circle of reflection from the image in the puddle to the eye and mind and back ... the enlightenment that knowledge is relative.

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  2. This is poetry cut to the bone: essential and tapped directly into the human condition. Thrilling to read.

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  3. Excellent stuff Matthew. Short, effective and poignant :)

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