The dropped coins -silver -bright - shine
Pondered at my feet - platform curated
After thinking - I bend, pick them up
Wait: get on the train - travel
A prosthetic revelation waits in embryo
A chimera screamed for it's liberation
Chipped, napped, laboured to uniqueness
Until held high - the idea incarnate
Arranged as totem in a terrain
Prettied by the multi shadowed pools
This formal liturgy of lithic henges
Remembers those hands those comfortable hollows
The quartz gleams as intended - pink
A fulcrum to a new augment
The stone larynx clears its throat
A voice of deity and mortality
The landscape flows as - trees - fields
Void of the Erectus foot prints
Now a Gracile presence of - landscape
All this - this - from one blow
The quartz gleams as intended - pink A fulcrum to a new augment....Very amazing expression shared really. Wise sharing.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent! A great poem. What I've come to expect from Mr. Oliver