#365 - five poems - the day falls over, the air alive, 365, 100 years of Holst's planets, royal road

 

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365

five poems

 

the day falls over

for Richard Tipping

not a found, but a finding, poem

 

had noticed a little lean early on

must have been too much loaded

 

night had a certain lilt

the ground confirmed

and safely host

a tentacle took hold

 

CARS LINKED TO SHOOTINGS FOUND ALIGHT

morning is bring out your dead

but that was haply somewhere else

 

a rip and we drag under

not even breakfast yet

but day grew in

grew over us

 

antediluvian intentions

just follow that arrow

go straight

 

day was a teetering edge of yr trolley

by tooth by claw

cliffhanger too

 

we chocked it up with games for a bit

they too came to grief

 

there was a landslide

and a record number of cases

better get a test

 

rain predicted everywhere

day wore us

badge of perseverance

 

still, tilt to go again

day might get up

 

there was a sort of setting out

but no

 

and then the day caught fire

by way of excuse

 

cicada static

the sixes and thunder

what the radio says

 

a wicket win

alert for the visited churches

 

a storm where the road ran out

 

sore around the ribs where he fell

it was a quite a swim

the motor was still running

with only a dog on board

 

 

 

 

 

the air alive

 

in summer say

or in some nearby season

alone

 

come again

from memory

 

I know you

all fallen feathers

to show

 

beat by beat

with barely the mark of a question

but curls the air alive

 

and a tree grew from this tune

then later find me

in an underbliss

 

shall we much marvel the heights?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

365

 

I became a counter of days

 

do you know this one?

do you know which what?

 

starts out like the rest

but that’s just to begin

goes along as others

ends

 

and will be always with

we’ll be back in

have had

like every dog

and in the sun

made sometime shade

 

future so bright

a clock works over it

 

kind of a writing comes

to those who count the days

 

and toll for thee

 

notice the hour come round?

so it’s time

 

a top of it to ye!

 

 

 

 

one hundred years of Holst’s planets

 

they’re still up there

in fact many more

and we have been to some

to all of his

not on foot but

 

glorious this empire

of our wanderers

from whom the fictions spring

 

turns out stars spin them at quite a rate

and more than you’d ever count

or all of us together

 

Saturn V up

and take me breathless

as back in the day

leave gravity

 

see stages fall

and off to battle

Mars is the biggest statue of all

but Jupiter is bigger

 

these planets

so many various unknown

and not a breath to breathe

 

each a god or has

and far

and couldn’t give a damn

 

 

 

 

 

 

royal road

 

beauty of the thing

fallen over

grown up through

say for instance tree

and you have the idea

 

track just by foot

where nothing’s there

 

the turn almost taken

by the invisible

and who knows whose (?)

but now the ants consider

 

and we along

 

the moment going

and the moment gone

and we along

with it