#341 - colour was inevitable & looking out of the dream

 

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341

two poems

 

colour was inevitable

 

spring stacked up in the puzzle room

dream seeping from days before

 

streams live

palette of the stuff

by area intensity

 

great bellows to be

world and here hum

 

aquarelle wash

the tidings

 

first flowers

and then the birds taught

how it might be the other way round

 

bright on lesser wings

into a forest of singing

 

how we settle for a whim

 

 

 

                    

 

 

looking out of the dream

 

for sleep to dream again

thinking Illudium Fosdex

 

I see you all

years under and

make molehill

mountain cups

 

to jungle of season say

imagine other world

its own story

 

cough and turn –

a parrot’s phrase

 

drift

travel this bliss

 

around

and call the garden

a comedy survived

 

there’s the other country where I pretend

a country kingly squire

 

and into the book – ticketed reader

 

all the old animals too

waiting on instruction

 

the table is a passage over

where I have read the song

 

follow lost leaves

blur text, a way of tricks

I the undiscovered

 

drift

edges lit

how the hero

bird to hands

heads of a flower till

 

truth of no moment

all believed

 

here’s luck –

come creature

haircut wrong

shake

still sticky-out

 

days later

so as not to wake

these ruins of my very far

and day that was of course

 

put your back into the dream

come out scribble

 

something ocean floor glows

a transmission

 

take telescope to Mars

answer in aster-riddles

 

there is an ache in the waking

stock of the weather in

 

isn’t it self I see?

mirror me

best fairest looking

out of the dream

 

see you

 

a bowl of funny fish

and always looking in