Saturday, 6 July 2013

The Miles Between

Timbers washed in a yellow stain.
Flowers breaking from the bud.
Glass lets in light from all angles
on our business conducted in the open.

But there are still miles
between what I'm thinking,
what I'm saying.

3 comments:

  1. A friend, somewhat lacking in inhibitions, occasionally mutters to himself, "Silent thoughts, silent thoughts" when he knows he ought to keep stumm.

    How this opens with such beauty and then that incommensurate and melancholy distance...

    ReplyDelete
  2. Very beautiful poem. This is the kind to leave alone? Will the next poem say it? I love the suspense here.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Thank you both, thank you both... such nice replies to close the miles.

    ReplyDelete

Pages

Morlock Oil

Morlock Oil
A new collection of stories available now . Click on image for details.

The Quest Of Great Celtic Mystery

The Quest Of Great Celtic Mystery
New Chapbook Available (email rockinahill@gmail.com for details)

Furrow

Furrow
Bunchgrass Press

Essential guides for the journey...