Hi everyone, just wanted to share a couple of poems, one recent one from earlier in the year. The first is quite playful and the next is from a set focusing on one character through a span of 200 years.
Companions.
Time is changed through the spectacle of retention.
Frost bellows from under the pebble,
‘Feigned friendships have forgone this feckless
fastidiousness, but few! (Well, the two).’
Heat stretches the short scars of drought,
‘Hear, hear, herald of a hermitous haven.’
The pebble, sporting a Saturn like ring,
holds all planes of ‘existential’ ingenerate ideals.
What a sad sight.
Searching the searing savannah, a
serpent spots his subject.
‘What ho forces? … Brothers on a pebble,
how long since you last embraced?’
Frost forgets,
Heat howls.
‘If time were here it would be forever,
if space be a part it would be vast,
if thought is included it would be epic!’
The snake, embracing the planet, feeling Heat…
feeling Frost under constrict, choke, convulse.
Planet pebble now flipped!
Frost in the sun : cold the in Heat.
New life, new life,
begin again, begin again.
Mr Fez Mistook Returns (1904-1938)
In the old cellar there is a monster.
He fills the void with a meadow, milk in a tumbler.
His fish are dead now, the skeletons scratching the wood in his belly.
Do you remember Mr Mistook? Of the first time we met?
Spears of sun thrown from a blue sky penetrated the,
boards and embraced you like a wrinkled friend.
You sway to help the sparrows sleep.
I lie on your talons as the rustle of your beard takes me to a…
as a child you gave me your eyes, they were cold, had intricate cracks.
Do you remember Mr Mistook? How scared I was?
The wind whipped around the elbows of your,
arm and the sweet air swung from the saplings in your mouth.
Now dust from the stone is settled in tall grass.
They don’t see your thick knees, creating flowers like pearls.
Now the clock of the world has turned, the years heed nothing of Gods.
Do you remember Mr Mistook? Will I remember you?
My years, seconds in your span, I have known,
you, now we part and dust the memories.