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Saturday, December 04, 2010

Magpie 43

Bridging the Gaps

The space that separates
becomes the mortar that binds—

lava winding through the highlands
of Nepal downward without care

a hardened dental filling
closing the decay

unifying all measure
of humanity.



2010© Michael A. Wells

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

I really like that first line, Michael:

'The space that separates
becomes the mortar that binds—'

Lovely. :-)

I arrived at your blog by way of Magpie Tales. Nice to meet you.

Helen said...

I love what you saw in the photo ... something no one else saw.

Glenn Buttkus said...

Terrific take off on the bricks of the manor,
and you propel us to chunks of the mortar
of the mind; in just a few words, slender
lines, you whoosh us around the world
and back into your poet's pocket.

Tess Kincaid said...

This brings to mind a piece I saw last week on the Great Wall of China, and how the mortar was made of a rice mixture. So symbolic. Beautiful piece, Michael.

Michael A. Wells said...

Thanks Tess!

Glenn - hum, better remember to clean my pockets out so it's not so crowded. ;)

Helen - Where? Just Kidding! Thanks.

Paulandrewrussell - glad you stopped by. Come back soon~

Kristin Berkey-Abbott said...

I love the poem--and to have the picture beside it too--just wonderful!

C.M. Jackson said...

love the connection you make to the tangible and intangible-great magpie--c