The Water Lathe

 

From minds creating waterfalls,

In fields of buttercups and flies,

The start of summer crashes in,

And breaks the stream of forming words.

 

Those thoughts which capture pike in webs –

Suspended from the highest boughs –

Are linking up connections dead,

A million human years or more.

 

So summon fish and burst the banks,

And cast about the newborn springs.

The lathe is working hard on dreams,

To join the lakes and neural paths,

 

And everything connects and splits:

This heaven Earth has Eden streams.

 

 

for Ursula Le Guin

 

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7 Comments to “The Water Lathe”

  1. “And everything connects and splits:

    This heaven Earth has Eden streams.” …….beautiful!

  2. That was a helluva a good speech you sent me first of all thank you very much! I would have loved to hear that, to have been there consider me impressed. Consider me impressed by this poem as well it is absolutely stunning, the professional quality of your work always astounds. You are the real deal, a genuine poet =)

  3. beautiful…you write your words as the stream flows…

  4. I love the last line.

  5. Very beautiful imagery, I loved it, this stanza :”Those thoughts which capture pike in webs –

    Suspended from the highest boughs –

    Are linking up connections dead,

    A million human years or more” – had me captured.

  6. This is a stunning read! A glorious composition that flows so beautifully! Wow!

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