Facebook Message & Other Poems

Facebook Message

for T

A flower is not a flower, it is a flowing.

It is that light which drifts through many leaves

to finally seem focused, not in my heart

but on precisely where your heart should be.

It is that light which shines inside your eyes

whenever I look into them, as deep

into a shady pool I sometimes peep

- and sometimes catch you waving back at me.

The Way

But everywhere the winter sun is boiling…

Beyond the ice and snow of sultry summer

the birds are squabbling in the trees. The fish

are swimming in their natural element.

How else could they survive? They flash and freeze

like trees seen waving in the breeze. They sing

because the wind is daring them to dance

or dive down deep into ecstatic shamings.

The soil is green. The harvest long. The song

is probably obscene. (The virgin girl

recites 'The Good Ship Venus' and the boys

jack off because Jill turns them on.) The moon

is grinning and the passing stars give way

to other traffic on this midnight scene.

John H.B. Martin is a poet who lives in London, England. He is a graduate of London University and Australia National University and has been writing for many decades. He has written four novels and is working on a fifth. His magnum opus is a six-volume epic poem. Most of his work is yet to be published.