About…

The poem is about the joys of discovery [or ambiguously - ideals/love/rebirth etc ] by use of the imagery of landscape and the emergence of new growth and then reiterated by reference to a search for portents [read analysis of patterns if you are scientifically oriented] .

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Book 301 is intended to be a collection of poems by Mike Burr for 2010 with no thematic precept.

Discover

energy in liquid streams
from winters frozen hoar
from roots and turf and caverns oozes
its boulders round in curlicues and curving pools
and ponds its swoops
pondering the ground its rises
graceful swift
as does the sparrow hawk
that scatters ice cold
among the fluid clouds of winter waxwing
red and white the flag of air
to dust the
the flossy maids of spring
who cower in the blossom maythorn tops
with tremble hope
whose blackbirds scared are silenced
obvious and down pressed against the thorn
their orange eye watch so upward
to the overarching flux a passing
as on its parabolic course the lips
of love each kiss to nature
and the earth where berries each a spring
is green a dawn
for this is love a rising
from her lair like energy
and potions all co-joining
excitements new palpitating blood
a running 'mongst her brood

see loves tableau in its ambit home
a crystal sphere upon the polished table top
and plunge with size unreal from
your vestige world into its secret realm
for who are we that do not explore the worlds
among the possibilities of worlds
that roam unseen in figured wood
or assumed in carven scrolls
for nothing in the night is written
not life not death
that cannot be obtained
by currents of desire whose liquid fame
is known among our artefacts

Sources…

Original concept was to give the impression that an idea flowed as if in synergy with the world around it - maybe by assumption or consumption [hawk analogy] and at the same time be seen as [for those of you who've had the experience of discovery] as more a spiritual journey than an intellect might have one believe however i mitigated this idea by adding the last paragraph which explains the thing in more intelligible terms

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incidentally the bit about waxwing is a direct result of a journey my son and i made from Bedford to MK one winter afternoon whereby a huge flock of waxwing we disturbed flew up from the hedgerows as if disturbed by some predator