for SSFS
there can be no pretence
to your unfailing eye
spirits that appear
walk free but rationed
under your witness
their elements are rare
though their categories
are present everywhere
the nebuliser airs
its grievous florals
say how may we honour
the ground we landed on
more than this, being here,
each moment becoming
exactly what we are
each new day’s defence
made unnecessarily
for ever the seas must buff
to grains the granite coast
nor from spite nor hunger
rust is change not death
the furniture distressed
only strengthened, the flange
is love’s true accretion,
the sea’s rough wash a joy
for do we not love the sand?
Mahislop, I appreciate the voice and tone of your poem. I especially like these words: “for ever the seas must buff to grains the granite coast” and “rust is change not death
the furniture distressed only strengthened”. Yes, we do love the sand, especially barefooted. Thank you for the opportunity to share your writing.
ptc
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Mark,
“how may we honour
the ground we landed on
more than this, being here,
each moment becoming
exactly what we are”
For art and for life that statement rings
without sham or artifice. Your voice is strong.
This one is a favorite.
Sarah
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Hi Mark
Beautiful and prophetic writing in its own way. I feel this is both a call to honor the environment on which we dwell and the spirit that inhabits our body. The sand is something that roughens and smoothens at the same time. It’s the process of experience wearing us down into something humble but strong, of the land abrading and then polishing its resources into something that matters. The sand is precious like the sea salt and in its own way helps us to change and transform. Especially loved these lines —
say how may we honour
the ground we landed on
more than this, being here,
each moment becoming
exactly what we are
each new day’s defence
made unnecessarily
for ever the seas must buff
to grains the granite coast
nor from spite nor hunger
rust is change not death
Thanks for sharing this one!
So much enjoyed,
wendy
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Dear Ptc, Sarah and Wendy
Thank you so much for stopping by and for your warm responses!
Peace to you all,
Mark.
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“for ever the seas must buff
to grains the granite coast”
I can picture the sea hitting the granite over and over,
buffing it to grains.
The sea’s rough wash is part of life.
Much enjoyed reading.
take care,
Kerri
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Kerri
Thank you for your sensitive reading and response! Always an honour to have you take time to respond.
Best wishes,
Mark.
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