from here
cue the sounds of nature
: thunderstorm,
wren, mid air,
the peaceful rejection of
rains on a river
a lone, untrampled thought
like a cloudburst on a
sudden Tuesday
dull sky
: forest
white-eyed halo,
a field of angels with
mud on their backs
holy
junkyard
trinity
(says the man from a
homesick land
swimming offshore)
understand the possibility
that the sky is a
false ceiling
a beginning out of season
the essence of vision
: a yellow curtain of surprise
and heaven is a mind
crafted of music,
wild with love and the
first sips of coffee
the precision of an eyelash and
the soft shelter of a thigh
: bony and irregular
loners
electric caterpillars
the bleak and hairless
faces of memory
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Un poème qui chante avec une étrangeté parfaitement appropriée.
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Merci mon ami. J’aime inviter l’élément d’étrangeté dans ma poésie. 🙂
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Je le savais, chérie. 🙂
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Je savais que tu comprendrais. Carl Jung était là pour m’aider dans mes voyages de l’inconscient. 🙂
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You’ve tapped into something,
like the background radiation
of awesome creation vibrating.
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a poet’s response
shapely and mysterious
the mind’s images our
eyes to the future
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