The Retaining Wall ~ An Ode
Wailing wall prayer
by T.R. Moore
The Retaining Wall
The blocks of this wailing wall remain unset
Hopes in niches like the scattered post-noon sun
Nearly a year has passed us now, since we dragged them round
Set in neat square piles, then forming rows
Then back to piles and back again.
We had no dirt, an absurd thought
There is dirt everywhere, seemingly, unwantedly
But not that soft, precious, loamy soil
Lent green, a growing darkness in its texture
A knowing wealth toward some mind-green purchase.
Block and Tackle
The retaining wall is untrained and unrestrained
Blockless, untackled, except for the footing
Still it remains unleveled, tilting, drifting
While the newfound land and store-bought soil, drifts
And lifts toward the permanence of concrete being.
The March Hare
This slow, unmerciful neglect
Is a put-off for the spring – March air
Where we fear no more the chance of frost.
We still don't know what plants to want
and whether choosing beauty, fruit, or passion.
I prefer palms, reading forbidden futures
Which plantings will out-last our short abidance here
Growing old and full without us
A sprout of posterity
Though we will bask in the thrill of beauty
Allsuion and Pun
Allusion~an expression designed to call something to mind without mentioning it explicitly; an indirect or passing reference.
Pun~a witticism exploiting the different possible meanings of a word or the fact that there are words that sound alike but have different meanings.
While they're young.
T,R. Moore ~January 18, 2017