CONVERSATIONS with invisible friends 7
RIGHT WRITE EXPLORE IMPLORE
Defining our sense of edge:
where we withdraw, pull back.
Where we push through, straining to feel more.
Explorers, pioneers,
saboteurs, idiots, meddlars.
Subversive, perhaps,
because it is or is not art,
is or is not significant.
Itself. Ourself.
The interior of the earth.
Ignited cognition.
Will-o-the-wisp, ignis fatuus,
holy spirit, holy fart.
Tat tvam asi.
—–
KINDLING
Mind is saturation soup,
one seed crystal: emergent song.
Forked paths tuning.
Tallis motets up spiralling chimneys.
Drowning out, diving down,
profanity, cacophany, epiphany.
But, but, but,
to do it all unplugged….!
—-
FICTIONS
Camouflaged as no-nonsense,
the words pile up,
identified,catalogued, measured.
You look behind, simply to check the heap,
to review.
There is a horrible vacuity.
There is a revealing.
There is a snigger.
There is a challenge.
A virus, innocent,
infecting imagination.
Something placed that cannot now be removed.
Fiction?
A word that the deluded only employ.
Chased lines decorating mind, clothing real and unreal, weighing souls with feathers…..
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MINDLIBRARY
Admiral Psyche and the Wave Harvesters
His Admirable Psyche, Shades of Hades
The Admirable Admiral and His Frayed Hausers
The Fleet of Whales and The Ship of Fools
Kit and Kaboodle Cross the Equator
A Compass Never Lies
The Shaman’s Electric Fire
Return of thr Comedy Kraken
Shades of Misspent Chemicals
The Forked Tongue of Sunlight
Newton’s Little Secret
One Prism Too Far
An Elegance of Frozen Photons
That Insistent Voice.
——
REED
I, standing, upright,
Swaying
against a gale
Of word,
Buffeted- the squalls
Of intent,
The flay
Of image on
Image,
Somehow comforted,
Disconcerted,
Peeled open,
Warmed
By the existence
Of another’s breath.
—-
BLOOM
Your mind:
A city of flowers,
Drifting petals.
—-
EMBODIED LANDS
Bone remembered
Percussion,
Rock,mud, mulch.
Lung filled skies
Cloud shade
Blood song.
Step by…
Step by…
Winged,
Adopted, mapped,
Tasted.
—-
FEATHER TOUCH
Barb and barbel,
soft down
these weighed words,
noted, masked,
a slow cooled river,
our estuary minds.
—-
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Conversations with Invisible Friends (14)
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CONVERSATIONS 14
HOW EASY
Wonderful wonderful
how easy a cat will purr
how easy a flower will open
and scatter
how easy a smile
how easy a hand
how easy a good word
leads the way
becoming a vast flock
of joyous song and seeing.
—
VERBAL WARNING
Word to word
invisible tugged ties,
chains golden from tongue to ear,
a ripple of bells, a chime, tinkled river,
mind stream quenching thirst,
a million million reflections
showing nothing much of anything,
just how it is.
—
SEDIMENT
In the deepest oceans
Are the bones of all
That have ever lived.
A sediment free of sentiment,
World shaping pressure
Of was-ness turning into is-ness.
—
GRACE
Dressed ghosts, borrowed rags.
Why so hungry always? Why so?
As if bereft. As if supported.
As if punishment. As if reward.
As if a test.
Interpret this.
Pain and beauty.
Edges, boundaries, limits.
A dance to slow music.
If we can be but elegant, somehow,
so the universe turns toward us
(as we turn toward its ever open eyes),
weave a new way, gentle, strong,
accepting, melting, acquiescing.
Grace, it would be.
Perhaps reason enough.
—
RED SHIFT
Heat haze.
A shimmering road.
All the colours shifting towards evening.
A sharp sound rumbles into deep distance.
An elucidation of edges.
A smudge of vast moments.
Thought storm, tranquil dreaming.
Your voice (somehow) in my head (somehow).
Via the heart of things,
we ricochet amazed
through crystalline spheres.
—
HOW ELSE
A tissue of lives.
Connective, connected surfaces.
A fine tracing of whorls and ridges,
Whispering alphabets
Attempting an understanding,
Perhaps a cataloging,
An exposition of position.
A thin, sky thin, elucidation
A slender, tender hinting thing.
Not quite dream, not quite wish,
Nor remembering, nor forgetting.
This placental sustaining,
Held suspended,
Amniotic day,
Bridged away from pain.
Else we slip unseen,
Or so we conceive it,
Mouthing wept whys
Into blank cold nights.
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