life and living

nature 

concrete poetry

   


MY FLESH

 The glass of my life
is seven eighths full
and my flesh is made
from the ashes of stars.

 The air that I breathe
is drawn from the breath
of billions of lives
and the wind from the south.

 The water I drink
has circled the earth
frozen as ice, fallen as rain
and wept as the tears of prophets.

 The food that I eat
has been grass and worm
and the laugh in my mouth
has been heard in the dawn

 on the frost bitten grass
at the foot of the ice.
I painted the mammoth
on the cave wall.

 I threw the spear.
I chipped the axe.
I carved the needle.
I carded the wool.

 The glass of my life
is seven eighths full
and my flesh is made
from the ashes of stars.

 Lynette M Arden

published in OZpoet Treasury June 2001

 

   

life and living

nature

concrete poetry


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