! ! A Measured Beauty: The Japanese Mind Poem by Michael Shepherd

! ! A Measured Beauty: The Japanese Mind

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Between the high grey residential block
and the busy, noisy Japanese street
there’s a small park: three tall trees
in a broad bed of grey slate chips;

this autumn afternoon, the trees
have shed their golden-yellow leaves
over the grey ground; the gardener
has carefully brushed them with his wooden broom
off the chips, and into tidy golden rings
around the bases of the trees;

as if the leaves were gathered in some joyful ceremony
of gratitude, respect, and friendship; not farewell,
but time dissolved into a circled beauty;

the passers-by note this timeless act of worship;
share this with the others as they pass,
politely glancing towards strangers;
meeting, respectfully, not their eyes,
but, as leaves to trees, their heart.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Midnight Clarity 09 February 2008

Thank you. I found here a picture of a timeless, timefilled moment that soothed the spirit. Elegant phrasing.

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Ana Monnar 10 February 2008

I loved your poem. It painted a picture in my mind. Thanks for sharing.

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Goldy Locks 10 February 2008

roll over & die all ready, old dog... you're the only boring fart around here - oh wait and the rest of the dribbling brits hogwashing it up.

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Michael Shepherd 09 February 2008

and feel free to live with your boredom, Sus...

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I was going to say I love the penultimate stanza, before realising I love it all. t x

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Goldy Locks 09 February 2008

BORING!

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