People Tree
Here a leafless tree
bears a mathematical expression
pointing to the tips of its branches
to the fractal ends
it solves itself before the light
in a ritual of continuing
liquid water transport, even slowly
to the pulse of its own atoms
it becomes a bare recipient, black arms splaying
with a sad strange elation
the kneeling man, reaching
wide with grief
Morning
An underside of cloud
sore pink, raw attended by oranges, untrue -
morning ablations
who lives at ease in this continual landscape
the arching back in dark relief, and curly weeds
spreading endemically
where above a flock turns
in the conviction of instinct
congratulating itself in the sky’s volume
I clench, besotted by the anxious sky
The past lies ahead
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Joe O’Callaghan is a new poet based in Shropshire, England. His poems publicationshave appead including Ink, Sweat and Tears. He works as a lawyer.
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