The Weave That Binds Us

Martin Burke's 'The Weave That Binds Us' explores humanity in a language so original it reads more like prophecy more than modern poetry. These are thoughts unrestrained by the weight of material reality. These are words that paint us a portrait of Consciousness and reveal the true masterpiece inside us. 'It will always be so- the heart, and the mind no less than the heart, nurturing itself there and draws life from and bow down in worship so as to say I have seen, I believe I live accordingly still sailing those waters, the boat nearing the islands and the harbours coming into view speaking their invitations in a language of sunlight and water and stone the eternal speaking in a tangible tongue a homeland which is its own precedent where the heart bows down where the soul bows down where the urge to speak begins and ends in the rites of admiration.' The poetry of Martin Burke is seamless, with each line flowing like water to the next. His mastery of language paralleled by the depths of his insight and understanding. Any serious reader of poetry will appreciate this work of art. And if you have never read poetry, 'The Weave That Binds Us' is the perfect place to start. 'This is where the world begins and ends where it celebrates itself where it says seek me, find me, name me where I have loved the pleasing sunlight and welcomed the shadows where the verbs no matter how often they are cited cannot be exhausted where even the twilight is agreeable and to which the mind says Yes knowing, as it does, that this is where the beautiful is the light residing here water its recipient and the outcome a further conformation of the world you walk in no, you cannot exhaust it the poem is nevercompleted the echoes repeat endlessly and the music you hear in one that cannot be written so you name what you cannot find but do so in the tentative tense a novice citing the testimonies you are astonished by the one which feeds the heart and says this is where the heart lies down.' www.innercirclepublishing.com