life and living

nature

concrete poetry

 

BEAUTY

The beauty of bird, flower, bee, beast,
the wrought eyries of men:
stacked upward as eagles nest
in stone and glass cliffs, to affront the wind,
the wind, whirling residues of thought.

 Stairs clamber above the street dweller’s eye line,
through forests, mountains, pastures, fields:
grown and harvested, quarried, bought and brought here.
 In the evening the sun descends,
clattering between window panes, blinds shuttering.

Lynette M. Arden

 

 

life and living

nature

concrete poetry


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Lynette M. Arden 2002 - 2003