#568 - four poems - on biscuit day, when only the best will do, tanka, captions

 

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four poems

 

biscuit day

 

in alleys of the path

 

bliss me

 

rarely but glimpse

perfection of all things

 

the makings and the given wings

the green so sunspread

gather of rains to tip and gleam

 

cloudless, then here’s one travelling

 

have you seen how lovely the light falls here?

 

all proportional to a song

yet to write

 

the landings, take-offs

the come and go

 

here for only a whiff of the world

 

stand just for a moment

and breathe

 

when only the best will do

 

in for the long rhyme

that’s gold

or a passport to international pleasure

 

with age

you see more of the cogs and pulleys

you hear the whirr and the splutter

it’s juggernaut after another

here’s behemoth

next was leviathan

seem like it could be a race

 

it’s about being used to things

hands thrown up

raised brow

 

here’s the man on the horse

riding into the lungs of the country

campfire for a heart

 

when you’re a galley slave

tug at the oars

keep the back from the lash

light up a viscount, won’t you?

 

that’s just how we get on

 

 

 

 

 

tanka

 

blank studio walls of the artist

blank pages of the author

who waited

for signs of recognition

before getting on with the job

 

 

 

 

 

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deciding to share my journey

 

set forth

and mistaking

bird for a leaf  

 

ripe light

and otherworldly we

 

I truly believe in the words

 

in all the fernstruck gully so

tell the fences, gather fruit

 

parrots up

privilege of winter

elsewhere too, around a bend

 

scratch up at a surface to say

lay flat

 

have you caught the sincerity of accident?

 

sunned valley

with its filling moon

a leaning in of limb to way

 

sneeze and the world is smaller

 

there are days come catching

 

and this is the closest tree to me

 

all my life waited for such an afternoon

everything else was play

 

I truly believe in the words