#832 - two poems -- to my own tune & today I am proper wobbly

 

15.iv.22

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two poems

 

to my own tune

 

brought the tears

      so proud

 

name gone from the thing

         on its way

 

mainly breathless

        day is still

call it a still day

 

came into the whirling

I came whirling in

 

 

 

 

today I am proper wobbly

for the complicated city

 

chimnific

all joy with

onwardly else

 

to tire

and told about

a thing once by

pyjama laughter

 

that’s how

guess leaf cup

cross water

 

tip limb

there’s your bridge

 

street tuned to be

like a kettle boils

 

unnamed scratchware

take on tide

 

here scud and lie

flat white for sky

 

as gods

we’re all admired