…imagine a piece of ground that is really fertile, but it is really fertile because you have a structure for looking after it: feeding it, weeding it, draining it, watering it and a whole heap of other things you need to do to it. But then you assume the ground IS fertile rather than having been made fertile. You stop doing. You assume. You get on with other things. The residual fertility keeps it going for a while but then fertility of the ground quickly fades and you’ve no idea why!
new poem
“Exultant Orb” – New Short Poem
“Exultant orb of burning fire, Our orb it basks within thy fire, Till clouds they come to shade our view, And give us rest and rain anew. ”
‘Hidden midst the summer green’ – new short poem
“Hidden midst the summer green, Lurking ‘neth thy leafy sheen Springtime flower is long ago, Autumns bounty just as far.”
“Shall I think, or write, or speak?” New poem
“Prose it dances in my mind; Grips the soul with precious rhyme. So shall I think, or write, or speak? Hauld my wheesht, forbear, or weep?”
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