moving

Some poems just deserve re-blogging. This is one of them.

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keep moving you whisper
the only safe thing to do
through dandelion fields
once yellow with promises
where a footpath crosses
barely visible
like the secret run of a badger
diagonal from edge to edge
avoiding obstacles with booted feet
and the air blistering overhead
wide brimmed tin hats casting shade
eyes on the scything swifts
squelch of mud between steps
and over we go
the rough lichen crusted timbers
the ivy bandaged broken limb
the stream that wets the flat rocks
rippled on a seabed before man
we climb and reach up our hands
but the fruit has not yet formed
and all about us
the song of our foot fall
repeating echoes in hollows

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9 comments

  1. Thank you so very much. I am honoured and you have made my day here in the UK. I hope your readers enjoy this one from me and they are welcome anytime to come visit my blog. Have a lovely day my friend. Colin.

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      1. Indeed I am. Just catching up now. How exciting. I also have a piece appearing in Riggwelter Press later this year. I might have to break out in a little happy dance 🙂

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