Peter Lilly: Poems

Oh two leaf tree. Did somebody leave you behind? Ever expectant of the fruit You’re desperate to produce, But The ground around you is only Littered with the brown leaves of former glory, Last year’s windfall; now fertilizer And a fractured birdhouse, housing damp. Oh two leaf tree. Did somebody take your branches? Shaping your shadow to fit the outline of a tired summer, Saving your limbs to thaw a bitter frost, So The sundial has lost its strength, Derelict greenhouse fills with rain, Forgotten firewood now dampens sparks, But you can drink of this cold and feed your new limbs.. and grow. Written in the winter of 2007.

This total aversion to movement has left the vehicle drifting because You are not contained in static, solid, stability. Just hit this wall and see it move see it bleed and hear it weep, as it knows it cannot grow, only slowly crack and fall apart. Denial of entropy is exhausting and accepting it is death... and the middle ground indecision is a twisting of rumours and a whispering of fact. The context of these chaotic patterns is one of a wider purpose. Revel in the insignificance of what is universally observable, and know that they are but measly matter in a reality that is under divinity, spheres within spheres of acceptance and denial. -so here we are... standing still, plummeting and breathing Written October 2011