"Portrait of the Montagu Family at Sandleford Priory" by Edward Haytley‘Curve’ and Other Poetry by T.M. Moore The Society March 31, 2019 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 6 Comments Curve It’s just a simple curve, gouged by a string to make a tidy border in between the walkway and the yard. On one side, green grass glistens, wearing morning dew like bling. And on the other side, the walk’s the thing. A simple pleasure, not some glorious scene replete with soaring mountains, bright blue clean expansive skies, or oceanscape, or spring bouquet. No one will ever paint or sing its charms or mysteries. Simple and pristine, it speaks to me of verities unseen but real, which all around us loom and cling __and beckon to horizons far above, __and curve my soul upwards to heavenly love. In Two Minds Οὐκ οἶδ᾽ ὄττι θέω, δύο μοι τὰ νοήματα —Sappho That Sapphic fragment is a window to the soul: I know not what to do; two minds exist within me. Everybody finds themselves here, unsure what to do or how to choose between two options. You know what she means. Confronting different kinds of choices and decisions often blinds us to the obvious path, the right and true: Whatever aggrandizes self at the expense of others, chooses chaos more than order, mere expression without beauty, or despair instead of hope, just cannot be right thinking. Faced with some uncertain door, enfold yourself in truth. Then do your duty. Peanut and the Crow That peanut, resting on the snow, must have appeared as Leda to the hungry Zeus. But as the crow swept down, he brushed his plumage through the powder, broke the surface of the snow, and, panicked, launched above, his prize abandoned there below. T.M. Moore’s poetry has appeared in numerous journals, and he has published five volumes of verse through his ministry’s imprint, Waxed Tablet Publications. He is Principal of The Fellowship of Ailbe, he and his wife, Susie, reside in Essex Junction, VT. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 6 Responses Sally Cook March 31, 2019 These poems are lovely, accomplished and deep. Thank you — I will look for more. Reply T.M. Moore March 31, 2019 Thank you. Most encouraging. Reply James A. Tweedie March 31, 2019 T.M., You threw us a curve with these poems. They left me smiling, pondering, off-balance, and impressed. Like Sally, I am eager for Moore. Reply T. M. Moore March 31, 2019 You are very kind. Hopefully, more will be forthcoming. Reply Monty April 7, 2019 These are two very competent sonnets, TM : both of which contain a light touch and immaculate grammar. I feel ‘Curve’ to be the embodiment of what is sometimes a poet’s duty; to take a small, normally-unheralded thing (the stringed border in the garden) and to expand upon it in a way that the reader may also sense the beauty in the smallest and simplest of things. As for the ‘Nut’: it’s very imaginative of you to display the accompanying image: it’s given me the impression that I’ve just read a ‘live and direct’ poem . . as it happened. Well captured . . Reply T.M. April 8, 2019 Monty: Thanks much. I delight to see the beauty, humor, and even wisdom in simple, everyday things, or in the merest fragment of someone else’s work. Poetry is for me the vehicle to share that delight, and I’m glad you experienced it, too. Yes, I wrote “Peanut and the Crow” not five minutes after watching the event and taking that photo. It’s a nod to Yeats’ “Leda and the Swan.” Blessings. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.