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Cherry

By Philip Sidney

Thu, 02 Apr 2015
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11 comments
 

This is North

in its many shades of white,

we stand on the brink

of the Arctic Circle -

much further 

and we´ll start heading South.

 

An invisible thread tugs

as I note the symmetry

of this monochrome negative 

with that green and blue childhood

on an other volcanic island -

so very far away.

 

We´re drawn to the edge -

look either way 

back or forth 

there is always more,

we are always at the heart of things -

so no edge at all

 

fraying -

leaving broken threads

exposed.

Certificate 12
Poem

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

This is lovely, Philip - especially the end. 

Bee

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thank you Bee!

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

All things bleak and beautiful

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thanks Tina :)

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

A lovely picture of the bare snowy north. Quite a contrast to that 'other island!? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thanks Rhianon, I was thinking of NZ, another place aon the edge of the map.

Submitted by scratch on

I agree, this is spare, biting, monochromatic beauty.  Having seen how much new stuff you've got up Phil shows me that I simply don't have enough time for everything.  Going to have to make more room, maybe build an extension.

Really good series, this.  yes

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thank you scratch smiley glad you´re liking my Iceland poems.  How to make more time, I wish I knew! :)

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Helen

We too made lots of comparisons between Iceland and New Zealand. The glaciers were fascinating and frightening.

Happy Easter.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Hi Jean, it is a wonderful country.

Submitted by Parson Thru on

I like the way you link place, time and memories with thread. I always yearn to see beyond horizons. I find that, as I get older, the threads become chains. Nice, thoughtful piece, Philip.

Parson Thru