embers

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embers

it would be nice

not to be bent

like this tree

carrying the curve of the hill

the wind does it

or someone in childhood

who plants fear in our roots

it would be nice

to disappear

into a woman's heart

dancing can do it

until we call for more wine

to fuel our crowded feet

no sense wanting

what wasn't made or graced

it's just i can't help noticing

this old world growing older

Reviews

[h d e rushin]

hearing a poets voice is like hearing the alumnus speak from a soul whos school is steeped with amulet's. I use to ride by the UofM campus and imagine my hands running thru the ivy of the towers,
tracing the inscription that were never meant to be read by me. Too bad and too late, I would shout to myself, even today. Words, if you can display them, if you can imagine their conditions, are meant for everybody..I mean, not their appeal but their essence /
thank you my friend for the many inspirations...dana

[Ken Simm.]

Thats all I wanted but you said it better than me.

[Beccy]

Edward.

How lovely to hear you articulate your beautiful poems; I was enthralled as I listened.

Always you make me feel what you write, but listening to you added immensely to my enjoyment.

Of them all, 'Fisherman,' was my favourite.

Beccy.

[emmajoy]

' it would be nice - to disappear - into a woman's heart '... such beautiful words.

Methinks you've disappeared into a great many hearts, Sir Hart..

[Sheila Kline]

And the world lives on and on while we tarry along with it and get by the best we can; rather nice to dance and enjoy the wine as one braces for the gales of life.

[kmartell]

Those bent trees that influence out moments, a womans heart and a mans can come together in this way as well.

[J.P. Bristow]

This is fantastic.....a great addition to a collection of prose that should be gathered for a book. ...it would be nice to disappear into a woman's heart...wow that is dripping with truth. Until we call for more wine to fuel our crowded feet....I am lost in that lines beauty...simple words full of painted layers. A grand write.

[SkinlessFrank]

the river carries us ever forward, but listening to its waters, we can perhaps have a few moments in the waves