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  Jun 2022 Mike Adam
Ayesha
some secrets up the clouds
some gatherings that gleam

lie, artefact
chipped a statue

moving
like the watery movement of a sea

a thousand thoughts
furl unfurl

coral tunes
fish word, hues

as the curtain thins
thins

satin sky
silver sun

swift the whistlings
of drunken clumsies

and stout their wings
with merry and night

gentle
on stone body

that moves
watery
14/04/2022
Mike Adam Jun 2022
How free?

Trace flight

Track toes-


Quill scratch

Feather cap

Gilt cage

Wing flap

Beak chirp

Egg nest

Chick gape

Dawn lust

How free

Can bird

Or bee?
Mike Adam Jun 2022
Small
Footsteps
Track and trace

Trace and track
Small footsteps
Mike Adam Jun 2022
You, moon

Pulling my tides

To flowing movement when i strive to be still

You, young moon

Agitating roots to
Push soil

When all oak requires is acorn rest

Yes you,
Moon

Mistress movement

Cycling countryside to mock silly cities falling down.


Water water everyone unable
To
Stagnate
Or drown thanks to you,
Moon
  May 2022 Mike Adam
irinia
A drop of water fell on my hand,
drawn from the Ganges and the Nile,

from hoarfrost ascended to heaven off a seal's whiskers,
from jugs broken in the cities of Ys and Tyre.

On my index finger
the Caspian Sea isn't landlocked,

and the Pacific is the Rudawa's meek tributary,
the same stream that floated in a little cloud over Paris

in the year seven hundred and sixty-four
on the seventh of May at three a. m.

There are not enough mouths to utter
all your fleeting names, O water.

I would have to name you in every tongue,
pronouncing all the vowels at once

while also keeping silent — for the sake of the lake
that still goes unnamed

and doesn't exist on this earth, just as the star
reflected in it is not in the sky.

Someone was drowning, someone dying was
calling out for you. Long ago, yesterday.

You have saved houses from fire, you have carried off
houses and trees, forests and towns alike.

You've been in christening fonts and courtesans' baths.
In coffins and kisses.

Gnawing at stone, feeding rainbows.
In the sweat and the dew of pyramids and lilacs.

How light the raindrop's contents are.
How gently the world touches me.

Whenever wherever whatever has happened
is written on waters of Babel

By Wisława Szymborska
Mike Adam May 2022
Opening shutters
Early light

Illuminates
House plants.

Green

Healthy

Trees.

Outside
Flowers glow

And the lump
Of karmic
Iron soul

Dissolves.

Free

Happy

And

Free
  May 2022 Mike Adam
Onoma
as parks take very long walks

of their own, spring can't seem

to recover from Her confession.

way up there with an extremely

changeable blue, entangling Siamese

twin kites.

where she devours color--dragging

out fresh kills offering life.

what's plain sight of a clap of thunder--

over riled steads of land.

then comes the softest rain of be-fanged

Buddhas slipping from branches.

downed and open mouthed--keeling over,

to resemble what is Realized.
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