A place to add your poems forum: The Grove
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| The Grove Each row of solitary Mercots Ends in blackened indigo And to the east Sunflakes drown In vortices of wasting mist Where cirri straddle Heaven’s meridian Ladders march Three strides apart Then peel off to obscurity In jaws of rustling green Men mount sweat – cured wood Groaning within the long bone Straining from lumbar to shoulder -- the epochal hum and profound collective sigh That baptizes men and dawn alike. E.A. Fichtl Visit me at A Little Bit Of Paradise for info about Brugmansia, Passiflora, Amaryllis and tropical plants! |
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| Gordo thank you for adding your poem, please come back and visit again |
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| Thank you, Doris. Visit me at A Little Bit Of Paradise for info about Brugmansia, Passiflora, Amaryllis and tropical plants! |
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