esperanta serio #629 - ĉiuj eniris

 

 

629

ĉiuj eniris

 

pelto venis

barboj, flugiloj

 

ni provis por roli en arkeo

 

ni ĉiuj sub vitro

 

ĉirkaŭkuris ĝis nuda

somero ankoraŭ

sed vi povis vidi eksteren

 

kaj poste

ho tiaj feliĉaj arboj

 

ni ĉiuj rigardante supren

al la komerca bluo

de ĉielo por ĉi tiu loko

 

tiam

kuru, por ke la pluvo ne kaptu vin

balau ĝin tra la pordo

 

kantu kie la suno eĉ nun staras atendante

nur por esti brili iom pli

 

 

 

 

everybody came in

 

fur came

whiskers, wings

 

we were trying out for an Ark

 

all of us under glass

 

ran round till naked

summer still

but you could see out

 

and after

o such happy trees

 

all of us looking up

to the business blue

of a sky for these parts

 

then

run so the rain won't catch you

sweep it out the door

 

sing where the sun even now stands waiting

just to be shone some more

 

 

 

#1210 - lost in my own forest

 

1210

25.iv.23

4.115

lost in my own forest

for godsbother

 

sometimes a knock but nobody’s there

 

I call that religion

 

ink and brush

put distance between

 

how many parts come to me

how much just is?

 

a splash for my philosophy

 

I’ve let this happen

though I couldn’t have meant it all

 

not just by myself

 

had the makings, had the means

 

and where the bees bring sunshine

 

each year as if surprised from time

 

was always simple

relative to what’s around

 

high rising green

pondshone

at trickle

so call creek

 

paths fork

it’s every step just where we are

 

as ant processional

to stop, sniff

make pleasant exchange

 

I was only bitten if they had time to catch

we haven’t the hours to ripen

 

they build this world you know

go gladly on 

return to where left off

 

I like a sun shone

breeze beside

 

nor falling into faith

 

just that I am

 

a question ringing in the air

#628 - ĝi komenciĝas

 

628

ĝi komenciĝas

 

estas kun la unuaj birdoj

mia regno estas kompleta

 

jen la matena flanko de la rivero

ili estos la portantoj de lumo

 

kaj tiel la brilo venis

muska roko turniĝis ĉirkaŭ fajro

 

ĉi tie neniu respondecas

 

 

 

 

 

strikes up

 

it's with the first thing birds

my kingdom is complete

 

this is the morning side of the river

they will be the bearers of light

 

and so the shine’s come on

mossed rock spun around a fire

 

there's no one in charge here

#1209 - intimation

 

1209

24.iv.23

4.114

intimation

 

going going

 

it’s everyone you ever looked up to

 

all those ahead

some few behind

 

it’s everyone gets into the vanish

 

you think about them

 

knowing you’re next

 

‘made us laugh’

or

‘touched my heart’

‘was kind to me once, you know’

 

and now too late to say your thanks

though do

 

it’s all evaporate

it’s down these steep steep stairs you go

 

it’s how the horses heads are turned

the yellow springs, the blessed isles

 

set out one last time in the snow

portal in the garden

 

esperanta serio #627 - pri la grandiozeco de iluzioj

 

 

627

pri la grandiozeco de iluzioj

 

mia

kompleta fiasko

 

prenu ĝin kuŝante

estu blovita

 

do netigas ni

kantas nin kune

 

ĉar milito estis

ni estas liberaj

 

lasu min forbruligi vian vilaĝon

eldetruu ĝin, estu sklavigita

 

kaj alie nedirebla

 

faru nacion

ora kiel nubo

 

ni ĉiu estas maldikaj kiel aero

 

kiom vi volas

neniu aŭdos

 

biblio kaptis la kuglon

plej proksime al la koro

 

estas nenie krom ĉi tie nun

la eterne foriris

 

venu al miaj ostoj

kredu min

lasu min esti via sanktejo

 

 

 

 

 

on the grandeur of delusions

 

mine's

full bodied failure

 

take it lying down

be blown

 

so preen we

sing ourselves together

 

because a war was

we are free

 

let me burn your village down

raze it, be enslaved

 

and otherwise unspeakable

 

make nation

golden as a cloud

 

we each as thin as air

 

as much as you like

no one will hear

 

a Bible caught the bullet

closest to the heart

 

there is nowhere but here now

the ever after's gone

 

come to my bones

believe me

let me be your shrine

 

#1208 - if only

 

1208

23.iv.23

4.113

… if only we had time to live

(draft only)

groundhog muddle and trudge

 

i.m. John Tranter

 

 

to the moment of the poem gone

with passport bruise

and whom to trust

 

 

if only… there were time to live

 

imagine then the pause for thought

how we’d take in glory

a garden would grow over

 

I’d be tune colour splash

follow line till it met

 

I we would fill a page

bake beyond belief

make own standstill far

 

then ramble

then take up a tree

 

every poem has a possum in it

even just as you see

 

a picnic stretch

unscheduled flight

 

all christmas

lovely to be lost

and in among the manna falls

 

a tickle where it counts

 

in desert full forest

 

skies to weep dim

 

here we leaf it

there unfold

 

each performs a self

 

some like a mountain

others wilt

 

I’d make mine respite high

come under bushel

 

would there be less remembering?

no, we’d get away

 

brave all!

 

re-prime, go again

 

they say to smell the roses

you have to grow them first

 

white knuckles to cliff edge

and make your own if only

it’s just a little way to give

 

undergo and overarch

nibble at the edge

 

who’d leave home?

 

the scene of the crime would return

 

all just as well

and every friend come round

for a jealous fit

 

we’d burn, marry

rub, rub out

 

mulch the hands that feed

 

and all my time I was preparing

it was just for this

 

come into my mystery

bring the wherewithal

brown paper bag

come crisply

 

so we’d all run on

breathe our never last in days where otherwise

 

and all of this to entertain

to live the moment out