Striking A Chord Across Time Poem by Irene Mitchell
Striking A Chord Across Time
In the beginning, love was a plainsong
heard simply as wind
rushing through hectares of tall grass.
As only love can witness,
the grass yielding
engendered the next chord.
That chord investigated
the crucial-
how love deepens.
There was also a time when rain
was fresh rain
for flower and basin.
One cannot ask why
about love or a term of apprenticeship,
only retrieve and remember.
A refined poetic imagination, Irene. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
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4/27/2024 1:51:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A masterpiece. 'In the beginning love was a plainsong - heard simply as wind