stillness sighs
why why why
leaves start to gossip
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water drips
from the inky sky
street lights leak onto the road
her tail a question
she meows at the door
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restless
a bell jingles
behind the curtains
I stare intently
into a cup of tea
July 2
doggie needs to pee
the door creaks open
protesting the cold air
wafting as
the central heating
blasts warmth
on a cold winter’s
July night
July 4
I was on Facebook tonight and I saw a post from Yoko Ono’s page so I followed her link to a review about her book Acorns (http://www.vogue.com/culture/article/plant-a-seed-yoko-onos-acorn/#1). The article talks about the acorns she and John Lennon planted back in 1968 and their vision of living sculptures around the world of paired oak trees. There is an extract from her book in the article about listening to what other people are thinking … nice playful irony I thought and so wabi sabi … it reminded me of the invisibility of listening, how I tried to understand this phenomenon over a decade ago through my doctoral dissertation and how I struggled to express my meandering thoughts through academic writing … anyway her poem triggered a chain reaction in my brain. Below is my spontaneous play on her words.
Listen to the raging wind outside my door
Listen to the wind outside your window
Listen to the wind swirling from the sun
Listen to your climate system
Can you hear the turning of the ground …
July 5
my ear hairs bristle
biting wind blows through
southern cross glitter
July 8
steaming chicken soup
a balm for weary bones
chewy whole grain rice
sighs turn to comfort
spoon clinks an emptied bowl
ghosts leave haunted eyes
dreams follow
jet streams
in blue and white
cirrus clouds
swallow contrails
under
the umbrella tree
two deck chairs
fresh green tea
teahouse open
above a cemetery
a crescent moon
a fox climbs a tree
cloudless night
dreams fly
in the jetstream
Image with kind permission by Tracey Grumbach
Falcons fly
through the gloaming
oscillating double gyres
light and shadow
caught in time
Collected talismans
stones, driftwood, shells
somewhere seagulls call
a fisherman has made a catch
rich pickings
Wait, I will return
we shall roll
broken spokes
against the wind
seeking safe haven.
I am your palimpsest
illuminated
dragons
holding
lightning rods
________
her body
his nectar
a palimpsest
traced
with love’s mark
_________
They wrote
sounds
of power
over and over
palimpsest prayers
_________
Scratched train window
screams
passing factories
photographic
palimpsests
________
Voices slide
cut betwixt
indentations
floating out
a palimpsest
________
Urban palimpsests
bulging
columns
graphics jostle
breathing space
________
A page flutters
voices
spinning webs
untold stories
oozing
palimpsest
________
The pavement
beneath my feet
a palimpsest
of ghostly
footsteps
Palimpsest Fragments series appears in The Poetry Tree, Edition 2
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Rain diamonds
sparkle
on her web
natures gesture
abundant
________
A misplaced key
he seeks
attention
________
Commedia mask
an ant
crawls out
________
Barks
rend the air
a spider
mends
her web
________
Sky sweats
fiery glow
birds huddle under eaves
________
Round raindrops
puddle
mercury and gold
________
Brazen cloud
pushes the moon sliver
to one side
_________
Words floured
and battered
then cut into shape
_________
Veiled in solitude
she restored
her rhythm
_________
Sharp teeth
bit into her mind
swallowing reason
_________
She tripped
into a old honey trap
seeking approval
_________
Negative space
sits pregnant
between words
_________
Fumes of fairy floss
a candy striped tent
nostalgic dreams
otherwise
a livelihood
_________
Word cobblers
mend lacunae
unnecessarily
_________
Icy winds
a tremor
ticket inspectors
_________
Polar winds
airbrushed crow
I shelter
_________
Draped
she stands
naked
_________
She stands nude
completely covered
the artist draws
_________
Brief case
on a seat
he sighs
with irritation
she sits
_________
A waft
half remembered
toes stretch
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Marousia 