MY BLOOD IS GREEN

I found a four inch plant by the path,

six mature leaves big enough for a tall 

tree and they were perfect segments

as though drawn by a compass

to form with their tips, a circle.

The dark air pushed

into me from all sides

at once to squeeze my

jagged edges to nothing.

Everywhere I turned was

soft moss on rock and root

poised for our long wait.

Reviews

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

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Most majestically contemplatively meditative lines scrawled here in what my simpleton's mind dost interpret as hidden behind the tynes lines of wonderfully philosophical thoughts and ponderings that make for mighty fine reading of a damn fine piece of Poetry ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

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Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[Ken Simm.]

This strikes me as a pefectly hermetic poem. And all that it entails.

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Ken,
Ha! I had to look up "hermetic,"to see all its meanings. In the sense of being absolutely alone in a vast forest and what that does to the heart, soul, and mind, it was indeed as you say. In the sense of some kind of magical alchemy, that a knowledge of God may be achieved through spiritual ecstasy, well, that too...
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