#1585 - slept beyond

1585

5.124

3.v.24

slept beyond

 

slept beyond a simple self

into the thereof wilds

over the hills of far

 

as high as hum

as strictly speaking

 

when the tough got going

it was slept on

 

I was translated

 

why sit up

when a world would roll?

 

and so perturbed the heart’s rotation

fogged in the glasses as I recall

 

and whom I met the way along

as if it were a soul

 

all those whom I had been, would

 

new reels

it was the upper lip shone

 

things fell off

some flew through

 

bit of this bit of that

 

come to a season of sunlit webs

 

took the river run

 

slight terrors

the track slosh on

never a shortage of weather

 

some thought time their friend

 

what violent passion was

 

all this as may be

 

I wasn’t here to make sense

esperanta serio #975 - en tempo pretere

 

975

en tempo pretere

 

ni fantomas aferoj

rondiras la trakon

tute ĉampano timema

 

ankoraŭ sanktigita

tamen vi ne estas

nek mi

 

neniu estas

suno paligas la vortojn

la inko sekiĝas

 

ne plu ĉi aŭ tio

la dato ambigua

flustro vere

 

al malplenigita aero

per nura evento

apokrifa

 

nur ĉi tiuj

nekonataj signoj

ĉi tiu grataĵo ĉe

 

'mi estis tie'

 

 

 

 

 

in time beyond

 

we ghost it

lap the track

all champagne shy

 

still hallowed

yet you’re not

nor I

 

no one is

sun fades the words

the ink runs dry

 

no longer this or that

the date ambiguous

a whisper really

 

to emptied air

by mere event  

apocryphal

 

just these

unknown signs

this scratch at

 

‘I was there’

#1584 - the day grew in

 

1584

5.123

2.v.24

the day grew in

 

grew over hopes

 

kind of a hutch to make of

 

same old same old

things did and will

 

grew lengthwise then

 

took it by the tail

 

as is the sock to the boot

so cloud

in head

 

some counted out the hours for coin

 

grew fixed upon, grew out

yesterselves

 

so far away, and spread  

 

in these few feathers of a chime

 

strings and a hammer

 

we’d have to blade though the leaf

we’d bright

 

as a dog

makes dirt of rug

to bury the idea

 

we took it up with the skies too

peeled back to reveal

 

it was bone

it was enemy flesh

 

it was our decision to shine

 

esperanta serio #974 - sunradfrapo

 

974

sunradfrapo

 

radu enen

 

birdeto

saltetu

 

afero de infanaĝo

kiel en la sonĝo

 

tute ne povas atingi

 

blankaj veloj punktas

blua por tiom for

vidis la havenon

malheliĝas por brui

kaj ĉiuj ĉi tiuj malgrandaj lumoj estis

 

malaperi

tiam ne estis skribado

 

prenu ĉi tion

glutu

bona por

 

sagoj klinas por montri

 

tamen estas koloro paliĝinta

kiel tiel la kanto

 

kiel vero al lumo

tiel formita

 

kio estas tio?

kaj kial?

 

mi kaŝas mantelon

 

komforta de

gvidis de

pastostreĉo

kaj baku

 

donu al mi fumon vintre kiam

apud vaporanta taso

 

unue de aĵaferoj

aparta

 

enlasu bestojn ĉiujn

ni estas hejme

 

estas nenio por remeti

 

 

 

 

 

sun tap

 

beam in  

 

little bird

hop

 

thing of childhood

as in the dream

 

cannot quite reach

 

white sails dot

blue for as far

have seen the harbour

dims to chug

and all these little lights were

 

vanish

there was no writing then

 

take this

swallow

good for

 

arrows lean to show

 

yet there is a colour paled

as so the song

 

as truth to light

so fashioned

 

what’s that?

and why?

 

I hide a cloak

 

cosy by

led from

dough stretch

and bake

 

give me smoke in winter when

beside a steaming cup

 

first of things

particular

 

let animals all in

we’re home

there’s nothing to put away

#1583 - waiting for the pills to kick in

 

1583

5.122

1.v.24

waiting for the pills to kick in

a little Ode to Covid

 

with shiny eyes

and a head behind

 

a snuffle bug

mutter through razor blades

 

consider the anaesthetic lozenge

the sleepy pill, the wakey one

a chill and burning up

 

I know my blows

pile hanky high

 

o Velcro virus, multi-pronged

what is it you want of me?

 

such a pretty microbe too

you could be a bath toy

space ship

 

though no one can see you

there’s definite alien aspect

 

if bones must be broken

at least fillet me

take them out

 

will pill shake ache?

 

I must maintain hydration

and vitamin placebo

 

I know I know

the organ recital

 

this sorry for yourself is a full time job

 

and is it as bad as all that?

 

will poetry preserve me

or other way around?

 

I keep a cloud in mind

for occasion

 

and thanks for your fond wishes

I’m sure we’re about to be well