Oct 2013
see me fly close to the sun
watch my feathers trail and hopes plummet
all round the air
falling through the sky
evening pond..
cranes' beaks probe
last of daylight melts in rosemary-blue
lunar-moult occurs once
fins have fill of lacrymal-oceans
pedestal left behind when raiment-sown
into the slow-weave tapestry of awakening
sweeping over this landscape with seminal-flow
changing forever its inside-face
hear the unsignalled-whispers of the moon-child
it all lies in that feathered-hope
squiggle.. squiggle.. this message portent
on the palm of your sentry-pod
rustic purple on wheat-coloured earth
green-eyes smite the clouds its freedom
moving.. ever-moving.. then dissipate
into brilliant air
temporarily changing the sky's face
as the sun's eyelashes slowly meet
crawling onward
on the surface
of never
edging slowly to the sides now..veering
wait to fall..
can't ignore the ever-giving spores
lithe stems in a trance-like dance
yes, there is beauty in this non-stop dispersing
of that which asks
nothing in return
somewhere
there must still be
a massive glitch
in the time-score*
st - 9 oct
watch my feathers trail and hopes plummet
all round the air
falling through the sky
evening pond..
cranes' beaks probe
last of daylight melts in rosemary-blue
lunar-moult occurs once
fins have fill of lacrymal-oceans
pedestal left behind when raiment-sown
into the slow-weave tapestry of awakening
sweeping over this landscape with seminal-flow
changing forever its inside-face
hear the unsignalled-whispers of the moon-child
it all lies in that feathered-hope
squiggle.. squiggle.. this message portent
on the palm of your sentry-pod
rustic purple on wheat-coloured earth
green-eyes smite the clouds its freedom
moving.. ever-moving.. then dissipate
into brilliant air
temporarily changing the sky's face
as the sun's eyelashes slowly meet
crawling onward
on the surface
of never
edging slowly to the sides now..veering
wait to fall..
can't ignore the ever-giving spores
lithe stems in a trance-like dance
yes, there is beauty in this non-stop dispersing
of that which asks
nothing in return
somewhere
there must still be
a massive glitch
in the time-score*
st - 9 oct
~ notes ~
life, she is a strange thing..
sub-entry: shed
I'll catch the garment
that the moon will shed
invisible-rainbow to vision-eyes
in the next life .. .. ..
(descend thus from the sun, ye lowly-soul
find yer hiding-place 'neath craters of old..)
life, she is a strange thing..
sub-entry: shed
I'll catch the garment
that the moon will shed
invisible-rainbow to vision-eyes
in the next life .. .. ..
(descend thus from the sun, ye lowly-soul
find yer hiding-place 'neath craters of old..)
