Friday, 21 October 2016

Up





Up 
in the steel grey  
sky

the millionaire cranes

are swinging back 
and forth 

and forth 

and 
back 

above 

the city's 
token planted tree 

beside a road 

where a blue
-grey bird 

is nodding

and pecking 
in roadside grit

and a man on skid row
in need of a bath
is sitting alone

in a shelter

for public 
transport guests

















9 comments:

  1. Great contrasts in this photo, Gwil.
    Your words speak volumes...great writing~

    ReplyDelete
  2. John, the 'proud' tree's a bit skinny and scrawny but he's doing his level best.

    Jan, thank you, the unseen contrast is even greater, which I'll hopefully come to in one of the next posts.

    ReplyDelete
  3. I like the picture; it is just like one of mine.

    (Please change the 'reply to comments' format back to the old way of Bard. I dont like this way; it makes me feel like I am in a race of replies.

    ReplyDelete
  4. __ Only nature can make (seed) a tree.

    Lives made
    rusty towers,
    and street lamps at the curb
    where car roofs clatter through the dust;
    tree's seed.

    _m

    ReplyDelete
  5. Rachel, I will see if I can do that. This was the way on zen because it was the only one I could get to work.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Magyar, thanks for the poem. Delightfully observed.

    ReplyDelete
  7. You need to go to comment settings and change it. It is not obvious which setting it is!

    ReplyDelete
  8. Thanks Rachel. Will try it out over the weekend.

    ReplyDelete