This was inspired by a Big Tent Poetry prompt.
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What’s at the centre?
The cherry on the top bang in the middle;
wicks running central to the candle’s core;
the in-breath, the out-breath, noticed as it flows;
heartwood which rots yet leaves a living tree;
the single leg of a tapping table;
a paperback’s glossy picture pages;
clusters of stamens awaiting the bees;
a farm near Fox’s Drayton-in-the-Clay;
the magnetic coils of earth’s molten rock;
and in silence, the small still voice of God.
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Lovely, if only I could find that silence!
This is beautiful – each line so evocative – and then that ending – lovely.
Excellent post! I enjoyed reading it very much.
Poetry will never loose it’s touch even as we enter this digital age. Thanks for sharing.
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Love, love, love the ending!
Beautiful sketches — I especially liked the surprise of “the single leg of a tapping table”!