Tuesday, 22 December 2015

A poem by Mike Pringle

Mike loves words and has been writing them down for ever, with a number of books under his name. But he also loves pictures and has been creating them for even longer, with even more books under his name.

Although not often inspired to poetic forms, in recent times Mike’s appreciation of poetry has grown to the extent of his producing images made of text, some which definitely fall under the broadest definition of the term.

Tuesday, 8 December 2015

A poem by Roger Desy


— their population browsing overpowers the buds and bark
of hibernating saplings — they do of course cause damage

— however never the destruction of their environment

no matter how bitter the winter — never the roots of grass —

the fields erupt again in spring — the incidental damage
decays to nutrients that germinate renewal into new growth

— injuries grow their scars and heal — as latent second buds
under the tips of spurs nipped off to satisfy survival

fill in the space filled out to full leaf in the sun — nothing

is missing — nothing taken — and though their own survival at times
forecasts starvation — satiety even in famine is given back

into the nakedness of the humility it came from — it’s rare

almost unnatural — to find even debris of their remains in woods

— more than unnatural that the ground they trespassed — grazed
to its exhaustion — blow stubble of spent furrows into windy dust

(natural was first printed in Poetry Salzburg Review, Spring 2014)

About Roger Desy
I write lyrics, often sonnets, trying to give an old form new room, perhaps a new freedom. 

I taught literature and creative writing and edited technical manuals.  But I’ve remained grounded in lyric poetry. Samples are in Cider Press Review, Kenyon Review, Mid-American Review, Poet Lore, South Carolina Review, and other journals.

I like to think that observing nature in the throes of its phenomena preserves not only nature and the observations but saves us as well.