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Peter Larkin - Three Poems

Peter Larkin


Given Trees Their Other Side of Nature, 1-3

1

Beside a tree, rest its parts against a tangle of rotation, its horizon-pedal     oblique lunge but slender launch, non-severance of a spared-across

Woods keep apart other seams for briefer slivers     then to be entangled in sluggish leaf, anchored at tree-shavings



                                        crossing the woods
                                        in a mobile
                                        storage of us

                                        not fending off
                                        arboreal hearsay
                                        but a gentled
                                        clod of leaf
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Is prescience the first to cloud over, discover opacities conjoined in leaf?      naturals feeling (not peeled by) their other grade (guide), performance in sheaf?

Prayer not bridging but a thrown (penetrated) embankment, its own least-beyond from-which     whose humped bends can be as forward as they are





2

A tree’s future into nature or furtive for its other side     sheer of furthers, the para-nurture, at tree-entry’s praying stride

A clotted fountain spitting tree, flits across rampant idling of the not-yet-sown     how nature swings through one final reversion from what it hadn’t simply grown



                                        woods emptied at
                                        their other side of
                                        gift, fills itself
                                        into the filmic
                                        density

                                        shoot controlled woods
                                        onto their pivot
                                        jerking a prayer’s
                                        reclusive hinge,
                                        effusive range

                                        a tree’s own
                                        as if unblown
                                        other side to
                                        nature, roots
                                        presaging re-
                                        visionary seed



The vehicle’s beached ship of woods navigates its longest journey abed     how roots roam projections, the vessel overladen is all green protection

If earth isn’t thwarted it turns as the trees turn     forays of arboreal poverty capacious entering elements (spun entanglements)





3

Flattened forks of a stubble tree, is it open or not?     how many instalments are there to its awkward (entrenched) widening?

Every (invisible) phase of tree is completely applicable      if merely a fluid in flux, then not yet installed in a stance that pleats the visible     which is usable prayer



                                        human trellis
                                        of a tree, its
                                        spiritual continuum
                                        bounces the span
                                        of the initial
                                        resonance’s
                                        counter-proposal

                                        what the other
                                        side of nature
                                        asks of nature,
                                        scarcest nurture
                                        at the horizon tree

                                        minor branching
                                        to divest tidal
                                        earth, nature
                                        has that minimal
                                        inland sea



Woodland seized out of cloud, escapade in perpetual brim slashed onto root     things become the incident of their ontological ramming, prayers of occluded (applied) ramification

Hasn’t turned without reverting to burden, pulsing a symbol drag so much lighter than any mustered growth, simply the reliance itself



Copyright © Peter Larkin, 2019

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