As autumn tides rise,
master a periodicity of intervals,
divination beyond the summation of rules;
to know in being and never mind what's let slip;
for the sentence never has to end;
the structure vibrates,
a shifting shingle springboard
that one, planed, lifting wave will,
towering,
crumble out,
propelled into many projections:
tall guyots from memory's seabed
(coral flowering),
once sunk beyond the bitter end,
deep as the echoes of departed swallows,
gathered mellifluously in this long-celled sunlight,
among backyard of dog-bark
and the acreage of children's voices;
the habitations of these gestures on a page
split into a spectrum of pathways
while backwashed interpretations mumble
from the undertow -
as in an old photograph
not noticed up to now
the hidden humour of the beholder,
a wry composition, startling,
as some unassumed denizen
emerges from the foliage of past behaviour
releasing the brunt of a tardy revelation
time has stretched to irony
from what was deemed awry
and we seem to see with rainbow eyes
sleepwalkers stumbling the coloured roads
of our confused motives...
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Tapestries
PoesiaPoems from 1978 onwards. These poems are in a different style from the later MajorSeventh, the earlier ones often with more of an Eastern-influenced cadence. Later, they vary a lot in form and style.
