Sunday, January 22, 2012

Penny Farthing

[Norma photo]

Light is energy.
It has no identity
Until it runs life.
After which it
Continues amid
Stars, defined
By its speed,

Pausing only in
Gardens --yours,
Ours or some
Planet-- where
There is need.

In this slow
Combustion of all
Life, light is
Everyone fueling
A single seed.


  1. This lovely poem's image brought me back to the first time I visited England, summer of 1967, when farthings were no long in use but someone gave me one because I wondered what had become of them. So I looked up the title of your poem just for fun and found out that a penny-farthing describes a type of bicycle with a large front wheel and a much smaller rear wheel, thus the lovely image by Norma!

  2. Thanks Will. I've always liked the term, penny-farthing. Careful to include the "h"!

  3. And how far a single seed may go.