Out of this warm-toned horizon
came the sound I‘d come to see:
the distant silence of the woodcock.
Mark Cocker
I often read a sentence and think,
I wish I had written that;
so a mere collection of words
sets a new thought alight to burn its way
into the very heart of some truth or other.
Outside my window the motionless trees
speak of the silence they help me to see,
while a solitary prayer of smoke rises
from an invisible chimney,
wordlessly yet eloquent.
It doesn‘t take much to stimulate the mind –
here a word, there an image
can work miracles: change water
into wine, make the blind see –
the seeds of awakening belief.
Richard Martin is an English writer who lives in the Netherlands close to the point where Belgium, Germany and Holland meet. After retiring as a university teacher in Germany, he turned his attention to writing, and has published three collections of poetry and numerous poems in magazines in England, the US, and Austria.
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