MY FIRST FOREST OF WORDS is up!

 

the hanging crew!   much thanks to whom!

#2326 -- the animal

 

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the animal

 

stays near the warm

where there is what can be eaten

 

that could be any

 

to the touch and so care

 

up to tricks

 

slink and cower growl

to pounce

 

made in the shade

and lick this

 

as one must

to get by

 

in for instance

light of day

 

case by case

mind of its own

 

knowing or not

 

the animal’s away 

 

 

#2235 -- mangrove moment

 

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mangrove moment

Gore Cove Track Series

 

 

hear the creek come

 

it’s somewhere between the hands of a clock

 

unscripted bridge

 

engine of a dog and splash

 

shallows and rill

 

a run over stone to smooth

 

place where the sun’s to mottle

 

the feather in a tree

 

harbour’s half here too

 

lean in

 

there’s all this reaching

 

roots as far in the mud as see up

 

footsteps that came our way now gone

 

blue of a day above 

#2324 -- inside out

 

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inside out

ekphrastic for Frank Hinder’s 1948 ‘Tram Kaleidoscope’

 

we are heads merely

pointed by wheel

 

are in windows

to look down

 

who will see the colours?

as from earth come

 

cut, the day to pieces

 

a precious little sun

 

we are turned to the street

birght lit, sharp, rounded

 

is it afternoon, this light?

are we nearly home?

 

we are faceless

so unseen

 

lip under hat

and hold on

 

#2323 -- what’s on the other side of a word?

 

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what’s on the other side of a word?

 

this whisper

grip of grief

full throat

the giving and away

 

smudge smear

mind scribble

guess at the way

 

often there’s firstliness

a word’s worn

 

it was a rope

and had to haul

 

no other way over yet

 

I call it a way of life

#2322 --- night

 

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night

 

night of bright stars

and tall winds

 

of the fallen leaf

and its fellows

 

tree stood still

 

ebriable night

 

of a long loud snore

 

night of the cows

respecting a fence

night of the wallaby where

 

of clouds unseen

none fly this night

 

night of the half dream

night lost to the one big idea

 

night of the ancestors

gathered about

here just to guess

who I am

 

chill

 

will words have led the way?

turn one over

and what do you see?

 

there’s no piano prepared for this

 

my floruit just here

#2321 -- travels of a moon

 

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travels of a moon

 

shone through, still shining

 

and all the day admired

 

of and with and up besides

 

there are none so blue as

meaning skies

 

I see you on my rounds

yours inching larger, further

 

all dings and dust

sun for a breeze

 

there were times you were taken for cloud

chip off the old Earth block

 

and shot through like the tortoise

way ahead of the game

 

some have tried a slingshot

others kicked the dust

 

one struggles to imagine a rope

yet you inscribe

 

we all do

 

skyhook, spacelift, call it what

 

I know you’re hot

I know you freeze

 

concerningly pale

thrown bone

 

bunny too

old cheese

 

I say these things in the sure knowledge

there’s no use talking to you

 

though distance is nothing

 

know that in the great scheme

we are the least of things