Iron Harvest

Crops sown so many years ago:
Across miles,
One way,
Then returned,

Echo for echo:
Stony ground,
Killing fields,
Soft impact
Confusing
Simple fuses.
Mental blocks, reparations,
Seeds wait, forgotten:
Messages gone astray,
History not getting through.
Quietly, she leaves the shop
Walks numbly past lists of names.
The bell on the spring
Rings for a long, long time.
Iron harvest still being gathered.

No Challenge.

 

So far away,

Yet close enough,

Those northern mountains

Of the young-spring moon

Hide us well –

My wolf brother and I .

Sixteen horses?

So few?

Five times that

Would be no challenge.

Hear our voices,

Between the

Wind and thunder,

In the bear-claw nighthours.

I was here:

Know my name

Eye, Dollar, Tree.

“Oil is the new diplomacy-

The way to power of course-

Debt is the new and most fashionable honesty,

Shareholders the latest terrorists,”

The clown-president

With the burger-wide smile

Mouths the Doctor Spin phrases.

The elephant leans left,

The horse swings right;

The latest polls hold the key –

The one that nobody can really grasp –

“I wouldn’t vote for that,

There’s plenty more whales

In the sea!”

Marvellous!

I may be a spider-bitten, better drawn character

In a different-hour, other-hero world

Who’ll leave his loved one’s near- seduction-moment chamber

To ensure the dastardly scheme’s never fully unfurled.

 

But, when I’m holding this brass-padlock key

I’m on the allotment; it’s time for me

For once in life I keep up with the plot

Please give me one chance to enjoy this lot.

 

I may be a social-miracle worker,

The patience of Job, all hours of the clock

Have the spark energy and thick skin of elite berserker

Be someone capable of shrugging off shock.

 

But be aware that inside these gates

I’ve paid my annual have-privacy fee

I don’t need to know what’s on your slates

For while I’m holding the line I’m free.

 

Yesterday,perhaps I had the strength of Samson,

The tricks of Merlin, the grace of a leopard

Tomorrow maybe I’ll have the skills of Shakespeare

The attitude of a Pele, be a cool, monetary wizard.

 

But, right now, wearing these wrecked-knee jeans

And completely understanding what’s going on with the plot

You need to understand what the Yoda phrase means:

Disturbed, do I want to be ? Not!

Daughter Mine.

Maybe –

She realised it so suddenly,

It actually caused physical pain –

She’d spent too damned-long

With her sleepless head

Inside a dark box of quiet,

Chocolate-bitter thunder

That echoed and repeated,

Stitching restless days together.

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Seed of Light Award

seed-of-light-award11   Well, bless my soul (up a sugar plum tree) the little blog that I set about to exercise my writing -and thinking – muscles my little blog has been nominated for a Seed of Light Award by ramblingratz whse blog can be found at http://www.ramblingratzwordpress.com (take a look; for such a modest sounding blog there is a lot of thinking and inspiration).

 To the motto that came with my nomination – “All you need to start a forest is one seed” –

I would add something I read somewhere – but cannot place the source at the moment

“Visionaries plant the seeds of trees”.

This award is for blogs that inspire creativity, nature, connection, communications and beauty. Pass it on!

I am currently running four blogs, each one I believe different in nature; beeseeker – http://www.beeseeker.wordpress.com is the one that

“started all the trouble”.

My sincere thanks to ‘ratz for the compliment.

The – uncomplicated – rules for accepting the award are as follows:

1. Thank the person who nominated you.

2. Nominate at least 5 blogs and provide links to their blogs.

3. Notify the nominees of their nominations.

My nominees are:

http://www.busymindthinking.com

http://www.starsrainsunmoon.com

http://www.breezesatdawn.wordpress.com

http://www.wisejourney.wordpress.com

http://www.notyethere.wordpress.com

and – yes, yes, yes, I know it’s six but I couldn’t choose – and,

http://www.horselearning.wordpress.com

hey, you don’t really mind, do you.

I mean I’m tryin’ to be  a poet, not a counting machine…

.. and these blogs fit the bill in so many ways (although each includes -as does mine – forays into other aspects of life).