The Bird of Praise

The bird of praise
     Soars on waves
     Of positive reinforcement.

     Poets aspire
     From the mire
     Trembling to gentle endorsement.
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Noel FULLER
 
Ground Zero

       Meditation pool, eye of heaven's
       reflection. Here glossy ripples
       spread from the unseen fish,
       come now to kiss the surface.

       Hand chosen, these rocks all
       ancient mossed, were placed here
       one by one, each borne by a Master.

       Twig by twig old pine unfolds
       her lively beauty by the tiny lake,
       line longed for by a mind long dead.

       This shivered pool,
       mirror and gate for laughter
       of the living sun,
       reflects the rippled air

       an unseen golden fish
       who spins -ah glossy shimmer spins -
       down now to kiss cool surface

       the unmaking moment's hazy glare,
       inexorable air, kiss cuts the crane
       who stands, who lifted quiet head,

       here.

           New born, new dawn
                           Hiroshima

Alice Thorpe
15 July 1999
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Alys
THORPE

 

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