#211 - two poems - first observations & into the gentling

31.7.20

211

two poems

 

 

first observations

 

the crackling of the fire

the rain

a roof’s sun stretch from nearly frost

the scratching in the wall again

a door

or other opening

 

that’s all the outside wanting in

 

bud broken to the day

leaf wrung from light

 

these mine to tell

each from the other

 

so many ways pretending

 

every word ever spoken connects with this breath

mine, yours, next, last

 

never however

 

every word ever written

chases smoke to the sky’s far slope

 

born everything perfect

now nothing to say

 

please understand where I am

 

into the gentling

for a medley of moods

 

a call to peace

 

where sunshine’s to fall

slung bows of the rain

 

by cliché come

toes cool in a summertide

and you take your cloud

hear other hearts

 

tender all bliss with this love

 

come creatures

whom we’ve never known

 

into the gentling

stroke at a time

 

yes one gives the beast a roar

and will it matter what?

 

block ears, steady

keep the round world still

 

stethoscope and pause

not well at all

 

swim through the suit grey static

what we need’s a conversation

 

forget the graph

get behind the curve

lie flat

maybe no one will see

 

we’ll have to wait this weather out

 

go to the place of lost voices

and never a harsh remark

get real

make a play for sincerity

 

tinkle up your hammered strings

like stairs into the mind

 

there are now days I won’t go to

 

a tickle where we disagree

and raspberry on top

 

the eye to eye is needed now

the all together song

 

a fire go round

into it and tunefully

strum so ever gentle

come

 

by dovelight

lice underwing

 

to stand under everything known and not

dizzy with

look up

and so see stars