#1829 - here's luck

 

 

1829

6.1

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here’s luck

several omens

 

the kookaburras for a first thing sign

cicada in web

a dragonflight

 

it echoes in us

 

they are

someone living in my head

 

names words given

words names we chose

 

in the unsun

 

martyr to what?

 

all mourn for the gone year

 

each day as with the news must weep

 

a map is a ladder of course

 

there are things unknown in a house

 

for instance the year right now

 

grey of my hands in this

 

we multitude of makers

craving the little attention there is

 

we are all so unlikely

yet too much precious sentience

 

my own stillness

travels in a bird

by light

 

and tip to leaf it

claw up

tuck under

beak speak too

 

it’s one in another my dark

 

same day to end the year

 

world of fear and doubt

 

in my small way

(nor legible)

it’s not that I am beginning again

 

but drift along

here too

 

resolve to

take no prisoners

 

if you like

 

call it a premonition

this not minding

when I’m gone

 

but for now

summer is biting still 

#1828 - thinking of Chang E

 

1828

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thinking of Chang E

responding to Damen O’Brien’s ‘Sonnets with the Moon’

 

at last count

 

bee circumvents

we are here to cheese

 

to weave under the drift

so far

 

all the moving world

past the rest

 

it’s all that lives

against fact of matter

 

pure delight

nonetheless

 

take aim

a green baize plane

concussion

 

all orbit

are landed upon

 

the dust prints still

waste trackless

 

it was all up with the eyes

a cloud so shaped

as pry behind

mighty yet

 

on the walls of the womb

it is written

 

neon bright

Payne’s grey’s a blue

but all cats are

 

we’ll well up now and then

 

I grew a moon in my mind

pondsworth

it was like a coin eclipsed

 

other way round

 

mere gravity

again and again

 

we sank and we sang

all the way down

 

to be without being

as I am in these words

 

as ‘when does a rock become one’

 

that is the trick of everything told

 

spin fast enough

find another shape

 

take a rabbit

 

going in flesh

coming out bone

 

take an egg

a bit of so-whattery

 

how would that come about?

 

bounce along

with a heart in the song

 

here because we’re smart

we’re strong

 

it was any moon

to flip

#1827 - jollies of the gone

 

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31.xii.24

jollies of the gone

a fanfare for the vanished

for Peggy Ganville Hicks’ ‘Etruscan Promenade’

 

dream back before the day begins

roof of a tomb where we touch

the old Italic marble runs

 

a petal strew summer wilt to

eyes of a wonder up

 

and tripping the gone garden

instruments inventing  

so that we’ll sing the song lost

 

imagine as must

we had to too

 

all the gone are us

 

never broke a sweat

 

I believe they are all dancing

as if shone by the one brass sun

 

it was time crept over their map

 

boots and helmets

legion comes to finish them

 

one day wake to this again

and smell these roses still

 

there’s no one knows who we were to be

no one knows who we were 

#1826 - in the far between years

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in the far between years

with some other colours

 

inspecting the day for signs

country misplaced

 

arriving from elsewhere as I am

 

almost every one crossed off

 

mornings before sun or song

prepared to populate a world

(such the tree to flourish)

 

often I’ll see into a picture

have to go back

 

messy and bitten

 

remember time spent us

 

on marks, set

 

sometimes silence is worse

 

then use the other colours

a little tickle too

 

concerned as far as I am

 

it must be a Monday I guess

#1825 - no questions asked

 

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no questions asked

for the dream diary/sleep to dream

 

just the feeling of a place that’s not

 

people you’ve known

and gone or yet

 

it’s everyone sees just where they are

 

dream is a trail

in the words never held

 

give me a seawash so, familiar

 

where day sticks to lost light

#1824 - poetry, the escape room

 

1824

5.362

28.xii.24

poetry, the escape room

for wise surprise

 

a motel for the night

 

who wants to be here?

it’s our secret now

 

working out the appliances

now voice controlled

 

you’re the one discovered

and this is why you care

 

a window’s not ‘stuck’ as such

 

it’s travel with this much damage

lie very very still

 

the grand plan brought us

this least of the calendar

 

must be discussed

the workaround

 

all tinker with the unintended

 

it will be a group effort, regardless of

 

comes to you like cadence

 

this wallpaper

shell you have always carried

 

detect a breeze, precipitation

cave drip say

 

drag on your chain

 

polite manoeuvres

nod to elephant and such

 

some in a corner fall to rhyme

or any other country, age

 

ask – what will we inherit?

pure of that

 

gifted with intention

all for the sake of

 

are there any civilians here?

 

you’re dreaming…

a question can’t be asked

 

for some the room’s not small enough

 

quip it down to size

 

there are uncomfortable moments

the key was always in plain sight

 

answer always was

 

if goes to the nub

thing is

can’t be a plan

 

grow wings

climb out to see

of stars once

broad blue

and all our ocean spread

 

the wish

for circumvention –

outlines of a larger trap