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paean to poem
an ode stretch sun and sing
notes towards a study of what a poem can be
is it the spirit
returning?
words lost where we were
before?
you see how it comes in the
form of a question
a poem is my vanishing
and singularity
as long as the song
much lusted trick of wish
a squabble for the weather till
these mysteries –
conception, birth
belong like duties here
and tickle me too
take dark to task
the way out of words
is how do you think?
let me simply say
it’s what can be done no
other way
where words may otherwise
not go
the room in elephants,
ice cream and grief
hello, I welcome in
slung quiver of guesses
such faith leaps
and dissents from the
floor
a poem sounds nothing
like the world
and yet there’s mirror in
it
so skyfalls
clouds throng
on we with
are an echo until
I break into the house of
words
make off with whatever I
can
a poem is full of error
join the dots
birdsong in each, fresh
breath
event, distraction
a kind of porridge
drowning
would be the prose of the
world
but spark !
as if spoke
a poke at fact
and prod
so stick it
(ask which bits are best)
Shiva and Kali
devil may care
when flighty angels trip
the switch
top of a carnival to you
thrills, spills
some will say nonsense
and I say hurrah
(home schooling is what a
poem is)
I stretch the frame on
this for music
I’m tortured on the rack
a poem is where writing’s
invented
it’s always the first day
headful of conversation
to come
and keep on telling where
it goes
old habit of mine
like persisting
but poetry!
the voice becomes a cello
and the cello is a tree
trail I have followed as
far as here
banking of a breeze
with just the feathers
bare
and the poets?
they sniff each nearest
tail
compete for post
roll mire
chords from which hope
and the sun’s tune
finding some self or
other
poets disorder a world
once and for all
today I invent the wheel
again
top, bottom trill
a signature makes mine
all threatened species
here
what is a poem?
keep asking
who cares
it is the breeze through
my brain
pluck cobwebs
tune each to
in for a penny
whence idiom hopscotch
metaphor mixing
we’re here but why?
out on a limb – so saw!
it’s better than
philosophy
is better than religion
take the randomness of
dreams
leaf up!
and dwell forever in the
moment
where heaven sent
this is the way to soar
get my drift?
no, never!
this is the rug out from
under
a tug
and perching on my head
right now
where no one dares to see
everything falls into a
poem
it’s ‘dig here’, so to
speak
in a garden where
paths lose your way
the clock is ticking for
this
that’s a kind of mourning
show us your tongue
that’s it
pants down
all on fire
poetry’s for everyone
it’s in each to do
no one has ever attempted
this
no one has come so far
here we are and welcome
as spider to the fly once
said
beseech you
won’t you please come in
bung chorus
please, all sing!
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