Growing words

Growing words

 

A house built for heroes

it’s a small house

two bedrooms

a kitchen

outdoor lavatory

a kitchen garden

and an acre

keep a pig

grow potatoes

 

Black earth

I dug black earth

I dug deep black earth

except now

I lay horse shit

on top of the growing beds

through winter

and let worms do the rest.

 

I read poetry

in quiet times

AS Neil said play

is children’s work

growing should be

poets play too.

 

 

Examination of time

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We are the explorers

of time

in which

our watchfulness

reveals

an awareness

of life’s turning wheel

we the silent sentinels

examine time

embracing

the glue that alloys

that anneals and binds

the eternal tick

hum and thrum

of the Atomic.

oblivious to the inhalation

and exhalation of breath

we breathe

a measurement of time.

 

Excerpt from “The examination of time and its many modes. ” From Time to Heal Rob Cullen.