#1668 - from nowhere

 

1668

5.207

26.vii.24

from nowhere

 

worry awake

lie still

 

out of the shadows or bright

more weather

 

finding light

as to occasion

 

the foot in the mouth

the frying pan fire

clock on its lonely road

round

 

a next day

and the one before

 

wings, the other car

it so seems

 

by bliss

a truth ache

the up-telling

nowhere prayer

 

forever ending

some sigh last

 

say sure and certain knowledge

 

undoing

 

the pill kicks in

 

words must put down

 

out of nowhere

and that’s where we go

 

you just have to join the dots

#1667 - two poems - the writing runs together, will I?

 

1667

5.206

25.vii.24

two poems

 

 

the writing runs together

 

these are the adventures in time

 

under the day’s skin

a bird

 

in my midst

a sky

 

 

 

 

will I?

 

will I be the ghost here traded from time

whom the world heals over, past?

 

spun from the cycle to hang out to dry

 

I know

the death of this much made me

 

it’s winter where the bones are

nor as we live and breathe

 

 

 

#1666 - interactive

1666

5.205

24.vii.24

interactive

sleep to dream

 

the weatherman droops to slur

                    yawn stifled

                   is stalling

                is falling asleep

 

I try a stiff breeze

say cicada loud

tell tornado

I must remind the dew

 

we’re gone

 

birds are walking on the roof already

it’s that time

 

as if it were all the same old weather

when records are being set, broken

 

great spiders tell

 

a chocolate whizz with drowsing

wool over

pants down

drizzle

 

the map is bent

 

now it’s the money

for sport, the wings off flies

 

main bulletin is porn

 

and now we cross to a hospice

to watch the people die

 

it’s real time

you saw it here

 

odd socks on the flagpole show

 

we the people

 

and otherworld it

gather sticks

 

some inflammation

then a branch comes down

 

feel in the dark for a fire

this is the way we dream up a day

 

they’re asking for a poem now

calling it

I’m saying ‘that’s a wrap’

I’m saying ‘here it is’

#1665 - prisoners of the particular

 

1665

5.204

23.vii.24

prisoners of the particular

 

it’s in the stillness

won’t recall which world

 

lead the little life

 

bodies in moment

are we whom we thought?

 

it’s not the wind tapping but

 

some lines show through

 

safe conduct

of another age

 

here I am

in my own good time

 

you can’t sing the same song twice

 

better and worse as well

 

take the creature view

each word spell cast

 

that is the grip of truth

they’ll say

 

hinges wide swung

 

hither and yon

 

a various heft

we forget

#1664 - shooting the full moon fire

1664

5.203

22.vii.24

shooting the full moon fire

 

after the wind lit

this cue

 

a slow tear bone’s throw

levelling pile

 

hangs loosely

throws for sky

 

crawls for perimeter

all ways at once

 

leaf to flame

stick ash

 

fades from bright

 

stand back

zoom

chuck on

lean in

pan

 

risk all on

 

a swoop

and camera doom

#1663 - to begin with

 

1663

5.202

21.vii.24

to begin with

 

there was no power

but the sun and the storm

 

we’d scratch with a stick

 

we were stock still

on foot and away

 

to begin with

 

song

we’d call that a bird

 

music making me

 

we were out in the weather

 

you could count

on the toes of a tribe

 

colours once we’d named them

 

laughter brought on a joke

 

it was that sun shone through all things

 

there weren’t many dots to join

but we enlisted

a candle’s breath

 

that was night itself

 

made a moon

 

inside of each an ache of bones

and that was just to begin

 

we were watching the wind

listening for sky

 

we’d not yet brought down

 

someone spoke

an outrage

 

it was wild goose

it was fool’s errand

 

a treetop thing

we were swayed

 

it was as if we’d all gone camping

forgot the lot

 

it was the fire decided

 

suddenly Sunday

down tools

 

a tickle in

 

all this was

just to begin