Friday, 8 March 2024

esperanta serio #920 - en mia elemento





920

en mia elemento

 

malsolida afero

kaj apenaŭ flugas

 

ankoraŭ ansera ŝelo malvarmeto

koro flirtetas

 

senmova kiel arbo

kiel senventa

 

sunbrilo

en mia tempo

 

ili demetas min

 

malprofunda tombo

kontroli dentajn registrojn

 

nur tiam vidi la ringojn

jen batalo

tiam estis pesto

 

neniu aŭskultas

neniu vidas

kiom ofte mi ekbrulas

 

ĉu ne ĉiuj

iras al sorto bonkonata

 

 





 

in my element

 

flimsy thing

and hardly fly

 

still goose bump chill

heart flutters

 

still as a tree

as breezless

 

sunshine

in my time

 

they take me down

 

a shallow grave

check dental records

 

only then see the rings

here was a battle

then was a plague

 

no one is listening

no one sees

how often I catch fire  

 

don’t we all 

go to a fate well known


 


Thursday, 7 March 2024

#1529 - hiapo




1529

5.68

8.iii.24

hiapo

ekphrastic for John Pule’s 1998 ‘Mercy’

 

bones!

of the eye blear

past wash

 

a chequerboard shield of the sea

a lost cross

legs gone

 

some bird larger

 

edge frays to wall

 

fine lines!

a shield, this burial

 

the angel

and with teeth come

 

think once how our distance was safe

 

sex worship

the animal spanner

flight path

church plate

 

and arrows

an island heart

 

stairs falling, stars

 

a figure frames the camera catch


fish to swallow boat whole

 

an urgent creep of cloud

great eye

 

anguish among

 

a blinding if sun shows

 

none of this is signed

 

there is no face found here

 

make mine the mortal remains






esperanta serio #919 - kien mi iris kaj sekvas



919

kien mi iris kaj sekvas

 

streĉetendu

 

ĝi estas el la doloro

sub la zumado

 

kaŝita ĝis

trumpeto kaj rakonto

 

ĉu vi estis vokfajfita?

ĉu vi venas?

 

el nebuloj

kaj pluvo signifis

 

mistera farante

kiu ajn mi estas

 

kiu kalkulas?

 

hela suno gvidis

tute ne pensante

 

dum ĉi tiu longa tempo

okuloj tiel fermitaj

 

mi venas

preta aŭ ne

 










 

where I have gone and follow

 

stretch

 

it’s out of the ache

under the hum

 

hidden till

trumpet and tell

 

have you been whistled up?

do you come along?

 

out of mists

and rain meant

 

mysterious make

whoever I am

 

who’s counting?

 

a bright sun led  

not thinking at all

 

all this long while

eyes so shut

 

coming

ready or not


Wednesday, 6 March 2024

#1528 - that panic

 


1528

5.67

7.iii.24

that panic

 

we have to be ourselves

 

go off where we will

 

this must and that should

 

aim high

lay low

 

‘have to’, note

we, the chosen

after some fashion

 

given even our names

some milksop succour

 

still unravel

 

that panic

we have to be

 

think thinking’s how?

 

step out on veranda

pick up a breeze

 

jealously alone once where

 

pleasuring, depriving

 

out and up for it

 

a carnival of traps

 

this midst and our own making

 

strung up clockwise

godwinged too

 

aware again

receiving say

 

filthy with the day

gone under

 

leaning into the page for some bounce

 

they’ll say ‘in the end’

‘at rest at last’

 

but they wouldn’t know

 

the march fly’s song

and the mosquito’s

 

everything’s out

we’re a garden

we grow

 

and the grass comes over our heads

a fresh sky 




esperanta serio #918 - unua de nekonata sezono





918

unua de nekonata sezono

 

en proksima nebulo

blua pretere

 

flugiloj rimarkis, for

morusujo plejparte folie

 

jen ĉio lumigita

en la brilanteta herbo

 

aparta nubo veninte por mi

foliaro leviĝo antaŭsignita

 

valabia terbato

akacia terni

 

ĉi tio povus okazi al iu ajn

belega kvieto disverŝas ĉirkaŭe

 

tempo trovas min

nur brileto

 

mi daŭrigas

por imagi ĉi tion

 







 

first of an unknown season

 

in a close mist

blue beyond

 

wings noted, gone

mulberry largely leafed

 

here’s lit

in the glisten grass

 

a certain cloud come for me

foliage rise foreshadowed

 

wallaby thud

wattle sneeze

 

this could happen to anyone

lovely stillness spills around

 

time finds me

just a glint

 

I go on

to picture this

 


Tuesday, 5 March 2024

#1527 - quick fix

 



1527

5.66

6.iii.24

quick fix

 

many things fix themselves

 

a colour

this sky just breath

 

nitrogen, soil

 

an eye on you

my own

 

we sleep further

take to our years

 

the broken child

the horse

the chair

 

one way, another

weather wears away

 

bad luck comes to an end

 

one lies in an ache to wonder

with / without the manual

 

the sun in its spots

another face

 

many things come good

 

turn off and on again

 

give it a bash

it might go