a little new year exhibition

 

#1096 - two poems to welcome the year

 

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two poems to welcome the year

 

 

poem for the un-here

 

for peace

for love

for all that

 

go on as we

wish to begin

 

ticks over into this then

where we might have slept on

                               and some did

 

but for the persistent

time is a policeman to move us along

asks ‘where are you off to?

‘where are you from?’

 

out of the backward abysm

roll over into

 

think of the gone now too

how I will go down where the wallabies lie

 

there’s deep well of time to be

 

set sail by bed or bathtub

 

I dreamt a fold of paper’s flight

it was as real as we

read on

 

eyes always into the infinite

just happens to be where we are

 

now in next year

which was tomorrow

here we are today

 

go gently

gently go

 

portent

for dream diary

 

it was just out of the dell

upslope

on the way to the studio

edge of the clearing

 

this piece of paper

rubbish

but flat

still dry despite the weather

 

one might have bent to enquire

 

but it folded itself up into wings

just like that, an instant

large insect, little bird

and it took off on its way

 

I just wanted to tell you that

 

most natural thing in the world

esperanta serio #514 - kvieton

513

kvieton

 

la tuta valo restas

kaj kie la suno forglitas

certaj arboj estas frotitaj de brutaro

por kapti lastan lumon en iliaj membroj

tute ora kaj for

ĝis tempo venos  brilanta

en la steloj

por montri mondon endome

 

 

 

a stillness

 

all the valley bides

and where the sun slips off

certain trees are rub crafted by cattle

to catch last light in their limbs

all golden and gone

till time comes shining

in the stars

to show a world indoors

#1095 - a page for the last day

 

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a page for the last day

 

hear the high places

night has hid

 

the first lit chatter

and petal struck

 

now underhat see shadows

far afoot

 

it’s just time passing

no one knows

 

petrol engines in the else

but here

 

round we go

last day of the book of the year

 

big valley moo

mulch far among the fallen

 

trees won’t tell taller

but someone runs up

 

a possum climbs up to the stars

 

come be breeze delight

say summer

 

there’s  a lot of afternoon

glisten pondsworth frogly

 

rain was

so though long ago

 

I forgot the clock

come humbling about

 

won’t see bandicoots

but where they’ve been

 

I can hear

my own footsteps behind

 

a possum climbs up to the stars

 

there’s overland duck and the African Queen

wombat, worthy pioner

 

there’s wallaby

running our fences

 

and the day divided too

(at wallaby trot’s a lot faster than mine)

 

and a possum climbs up to the stars

 

creek height banana falls

Davidson plum

 

one greets the little dinosaurs

met on the way

 

a breeze in the weed rough garden

kookaburra commenting

 

rainglazed turds sit, sun to polish

no effort of yours required

 

and sit where you’ve never sat before

view of day going

 

midst of things, of voices

and the bumble flight

 

the drift down

everywhere’s a short cut

 

I look for the long way

till night must fall

 

and a possum climbs up to the stars

 

round around we go

as if time were no place

 

but something we wait for, something gone

thing never quite here at all

esperanta serio #512 - senkulpaj amuzoj

 

 

512

senkulpaj amuzoj

 

entombigo estas la plej bona timo de la pastro

ni ĉiuj scias, ke ni iras

 

ni estas vi povus diri

la restaĵoj mortaj

 

ĉiuj kantas

iuj ne povas

sed tio neniam haltigas ilin

 

tiam unufoje pro la timo de fulmo

kuris reen al la kaverno

 

bruligis fajron

estis hipnotigitaj

 

nun skatolita

ĉielo malaperis

kiu iu dio pentris

 

ni estu ŝafoj

malĝojas ĉar la paŝtisto estas najlita

 

fiŝoj estas same bongustaj

ĉi-tio estas malferma trinkejo

 

mi kontentiĝos je taso da teo

faru ĝin vi mem

mi ĉiam gardas

 

 

 

 

 

innocent pastimes

 

funeral is the priest's best fear

we all know we go

 

we are you might say

the mortal remains

 

all sing

some can't

but never stops them

 

once for the dread of lightning

ran back to the cave

 

lit a fire

were hypnotized

 

now boxed

sky’s gone

some god painted

 

let’s be sheep

to grieve

nail up the shepherd

 

fish are just as delicious

it’s an open bar

 

I'll settle for a cup of tea

make it myself

keep wits about

#1094 - every secret vanishing

 

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every secret vanishing

 

what was said

and what was done

 

we are bringing more plastic into the world

are wheeling it up the drive, away

 

all this falling out of heads

forgetting to hide from oneself

deep dark

 

secret where things go

 

all eke

 

everyone lives in his her own

lives it up

lives it down

 

far sleep

and can’t account

 

tread eggshells round gods falling

flicker the walls of the cave

 

a knack of paradox we do

 

like creatures gone to forever

and no one knew the name

 

even a planet will wobble a bit

there’s something pear shaped there

esperanta serio #511 - nokto kaj tago

                  

 

511

nokto kaj tago

pro la ĝeno de dioj

 

vi ruliĝas en spiron

 

kie alie?

 

estas pretere

 

alie esti

 

dubo ŝteliras

kaptu tion

 

ĝi ludilas kun lastaj suferoj

 

vi ruliĝas en spiron

 

ĉiu aparta ŝtono

al ĝiaj jaroj

 

kiu vidos

kiu povus diri kien la tempo kondukas?

 

estas nur por iom da

ĉi tiun cindromondon

ĉiuj niaj propraj faroj

 

estas nur por iom da

ĝi estos memoritaj

se entute mi devus diri

 

 

 

 

night and day

for godsbother

 

you roll into a breath

 

where otherwise?

 

there is beyond of

 

else to be

 

a doubt creeps in

catch that

 

toy with last throes

 

you roll into a breath

 

each particular stone

to its years

 

who will see

where time takes?

 

it's only for a bit

this cinder world

 

we make's remembered

I should say if at all