Good Friday

    Good friday

a man was
mowing the lawn
on Good Friday

did that mark
the occasion
in some way?

the weather
was good
the clouds like
buoys on a
pale blue sea
the weather
as it might
have been on
that day
and someone
dying to it all
breathing in
all human folly
holding it under
the breath his
last breath for
as long as
it takes.

still holding
it in.

6 april 2012

3 thoughts on “Good Friday

  1. if by design it would be stiff maybe. i’d say any decent poem is by accident – at least the initial impulse that prompted the poem. after that, the planners move in, the disciplinarians.

  2. Grazie tante, Marco. Maybe there’s not too much room to manoeuvre with lawn mowers and Good Friday; if I pulled it off it was more by accident rather than design, I think.

  3. wonderful again, Peter. i wrote some lines good friday last and mentioned lawn mowers too, but the it amounted to nothing, so i scrapped it. anyway, i love this poem

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