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Poesia por Margot Crowther rscj Provincia de Australia ? New Zealand

Poetry by Margot Crowther rscj Province of Australia ? New Zealand

Poèmes par Margot Crowther rscj Province d'Australia ? New Zealand

Identification

I fly in you, bird, I swoop
and make love-play.
Or I soar and hover up on high.
You are me! I drift with you, cloud. I sail through the sky.
I carry the rain, I am black.
I am white, I am grey.
I writhe, groan, crash and growl.
Both water and fire pour from me.
I make music through you, wind,
or are we still air.
Our instruments are many-
­cartilage and gut, hide and bone,
metal and wood, and above all-
-the leaves. Let me listen!
I give joy by you, flowers - our
colours, forms, textures and smells,
our infinite variety and uses.
Let us rejoicel

I am you, stone. ?remember,
you are but dust and unto dust you shall return."
The stone of my history, my origins,
my stability. I shall stand firmly on you!
I am one with you, sun. You are
My life, you are my death.
I welcome you with open arms and heart.

You are our father, our mother.
We all proceed from you.
Shine on us all - the just and the unjust.
I am you, my gumtrees of Nkozi.
We are friends. Your fragrance, your delicacy and
strength delight me.
Your long drooping leaves flashing
in the sun, your incredibly coloured and textured barks.
Your uniqueness which is me!
I am sometimes you, dark and phosphorescent fish of the deeps, living
your hidden and mysterious lives far down.
I need to be you more often - unobtrusive,
silent swimmers, I will plunge into you.
And YOU, You! Who are you?
Identify me with YOU, mystery of Faith in us.

Emmanuel, or God with Us.

Ecstatic early morning warble
from topmost tree?.
Scatty scraps of willy-wagtail song below.

Distant grinding grating heavy roar of mechanized  disposal services
Approaching?. passing?.fading?.
Silence now?
(but for hoppity little twitterings of hope below.)

This is how it is and has to be
With Beauty and the Beast.
Inevitably

The seas of South Africa, shimmering and seductive, but deep.
Swift, silent slicing of the great white shark.
No hope?.
A woman taken, now!

Sudden terror on the ghostly-gleaming beach
As tourists lie asleep in tents.

Heavy grinding jaws and teeth.
"Some deadly thing has fastened upon him!".

Bloody screams and struggles, flash of torch
- a woman's wile diverts this crocodile;
Thrashing of armored tail as jaws
unclench to seek a tenderer prey, but fail.
A loving Eve prevails!

That noisy rumbling scavenger truck-
Man's foster-child;
That deathly pale and hungry shadow of the deep;
That treacherous, smiling monster of the wild
Disturb my "peace" -
legitimately!

"His works are great beyond all reckoning,
His marvels, past all counting.
Were he to pass me, I should not see him,
Nor detect His stealthy movement.
Were He to snatch a prize, who could prevent Him,
Or dare to say, "What are you doing?"

 

Margot Crowther rscj
Province of Australia ? New Zealand