Both poems relate to states of being that are not desirable but which exist and shape the destinies of individuals and nations.
Green Wanderings by J.R.McRae
i. paddock and river bank trees tease one another, green finger tips tickling as they soak their roots in the river’s edge. further a field, scattered trees look on… I wonder …do they long to feel tree fingers flutter down their limbs, confirming their ‘treeness’…. ii. bush garden out of the trees, in black frock and scarlet bobby socks … ‘where you been lovely?’ ‘loving in the grass green shade, feeling the lick tickling of every bending blade!’ iii. eastern European forest as tho’ she were still laying on her bed, the world turned, slow spun and swayed inside her head and when, at last, her eyes stared open wide up from the snow fall of the many littered dead, the trees all bent themselves to hide the lonely fact that she had died on the only path out from their rest. [in Speed Poets 08] Each To Himself Alone Like lonely houses In wild places watching for Visitors’ footprints. |
Traveller alone in a crowded bus
i) You with shutters on your soul silence eloquent a far cry too far ii) Dark caverns hide your Frightened eyes but not Scarred forearms iii) Ashes from their fire have left small burn marks in your sanity The Lift by J.R.McRae Archaic, it groans from floor to floor, No higher consciousness, No purer purpose Propels it up. No descent into despair, No depths off self-deprecation Drive it down. It just groans from level to level Like old bones Forced to climb up and down stairs To and from a room and a window Opening on a wall. [in Micropress Yates] |