Within Poem by Martin Moore

Within



WITHIN
It's within
A simple mussel on a single rock
In an ocean vast and grand
The torn spine of an upset currach
On a speechless, silent strand
It's within
A bovine huddle beneath weeping trees
A scrum of hide and misted breath
The frenzied flight of a honey bee
The skeletons dreaded dance of death
It's within
The pure petals of a fragrant flower
Or under the jungles canopy
In the panicles of the virgins bower
Or the passion flowers sweet panoply

A poem exists in sight and sound
Of every living, breathing thing
Reflected in a verse unbound
A bubbling thermal spring
Bursting forth and breaking ground
Encircling, enrapturing
The countless beauty to be found
The subtle magic that lies within.

Sunday, September 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: poetic expression
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Martin Moore

Martin Moore

Kilkenny, Ireland
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