Conversations with invisible friends(4). Herewith, before they get overlain with other things, another collection of bits and bobs inspired by the blog posts of others. For which I am very grateful….
BIG ROCK
Warm sun
And the dance of laughter,
Sinking deep.
(The weight of stone
Is its memory
Of moving things).
—-
MOTE
Speculation,
moving specks:
what is in my eye,
I see.
It may be clarity,
or clouded vision.
A message
or misinterpretation.
—-
ORIGAMI POEM
Fold mind
Fold sound
Find word
Sharp lines
Open, closed
Tip of tongue
Held between lips
This way
Then that way
Frozen form flows
Into paper.
—-
SOUND ANALYSIS
Great folds of rock!
A lovely beach of curled words
and washed reaches.
What is not “supplement”?
(such a French word
made clunky 3:4 ,
almost an engine jive
with a touch of 4:4
(that gear change between ‘n’ and ‘t’,
a secret hidden pause as the mouth adjusts).
Mouth music.
—
OLD PORTRAIT PHOTOGRAPH
Black and white
frozen light.
Eternalising
the inconsequent
moment.
LKeeping the fleeting
flicker of instants.
Remembering how easy
it is to forget.
Stealing souls or
letting them live
forever?
—–
WAITING ROOM (FUGUE)
When the real
Pushes hard
We slip shattered
Holding still.
Stretched
Transparent, even,
Beyond help
(though never really).
Timeless
Between events
Distanced, grey,
Ghosted hollow by
Too many endings.
Sloughing skins.
Abandoning identities
That fail
(as if they were ever
Sure or sound).
Uncertain of echoes..
–
Tracing grey worlds
Mapping consequences
Of beginning and ending.
Sloughing identity,
Ghosted hollow…
–
When the real
Pushes hard
We slip shattered
Holding still.
Stretched
Transparent, even,
Beyond help
(though never really)
Sloughing identity,
Ghosted hollow.
Somewhere
Weeping.
—
CELLULAR
It is cellular,
how the body grieves,
despite tutting mind,
bright-rouged beliefs.
It is the bones,
the guts,
mycelial nerves.
The hymn of cells,
eternal charnel and chantry,
never expecting anything
other than to pass on,
to pass on,
to cancel,
to forget,
to never forget.
—
ETERNAL EPHEMERA
How still
The lashes of your eyes
Searching words
How still
How long
The slow rise of your breath
Searching peace
How long
How fine
The enamelled morning
Blue, shadowed
How fine
How light
The dive of swallows
above buttercup shine
How light
How still, how long
How fine, how light,
This filigree life
Floating skywards
—-
SPILT LIGHT
Crackled clear
not yet broken.
Hold on or let go.
You will not be forgotten.
—-
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Conversations with invisible friends(4). Herewith, before they get overlain with other things, another collection of bits and bobs inspired by the blog posts of others. For which I am very grateful….
BIG ROCK
Warm sun
And the dance of laughter,
Sinking deep.
(The weight of stone
Is its memory
Of moving things).
—-
MOTE
Speculation,
moving specks:
what is in my eye,
I see.
It may be clarity,
or clouded vision.
A message
or misinterpretation.
—-
ORIGAMI POEM
Fold mind
Fold sound
Find word
Sharp lines
Open, closed
Tip of tongue
Held between lips
This way
Then that way
Frozen form flows
Into paper.
—-
SOUND ANALYSIS
Great folds of rock!
A lovely beach of curled words
and washed reaches.
What is not “supplement”?
(such a French word
made clunky 3:4 ,
almost an engine jive
with a touch of 4:4
(that gear change between ‘n’ and ‘t’,
a secret hidden pause as the mouth adjusts).
Mouth music.
—
OLD PORTRAIT PHOTOGRAPH
Black and white
frozen light.
Eternalising
the inconsequent
moment.
LKeeping the fleeting
flicker of instants.
Remembering how easy
it is to forget.
Stealing souls or
letting them live
forever?
—–
WAITING ROOM (FUGUE)
When the real
Pushes hard
We slip shattered
Holding still.
Stretched
Transparent, even,
Beyond help
(though never really).
Timeless
Between events
Distanced, grey,
Ghosted hollow by
Too many endings.
Sloughing skins.
Abandoning identities
That fail
(as if they were ever
Sure or sound).
Uncertain of echoes..
–
Tracing grey worlds
Mapping consequences
Of beginning and ending.
Sloughing identity,
Ghosted hollow…
–
When the real
Pushes hard
We slip shattered
Holding still.
Stretched
Transparent, even,
Beyond help
(though never really)
Sloughing identity,
Ghosted hollow.
Somewhere
Weeping.
—
CELLULAR
It is cellular,
how the body grieves,
despite tutting mind,
bright-rouged beliefs.
It is the bones,
the guts,
mycelial nerves.
The hymn of cells,
eternal charnel and chantry,
never expecting anything
other than to pass on,
to pass on,
to cancel,
to forget,
to never forget.
—
ETERNAL EPHEMERA
How still
The lashes of your eyes
Searching words
How still
How long
The slow rise of your breath
Searching peace
How long
How fine
The enamelled morning
Blue, shadowed
How fine
How light
The dive of swallows
above buttercup shine
How light
How still, how long
How fine, how light,
This filigree life
Floating skywards
—-
SPILT LIGHT
Crackled clear
not yet broken.
Hold on or let go.
You will not be forgotten.
—-
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