Ice on garden table, melting slowly -
noon haze - white glare of sun-boat lolling low
over neighbor's rooftops, raking long spears -
ragged maple flapping hysterically -
bowed raspberry canes waving fraying plumes,
or, shivering, propped between curved tangles
of apple boughs flying remnant pennants.
Breeze cuts through - an old abandonment:
Woke grey-light, wrestling irreconcilables
channels of a back clogging with knots,
rapid heart juddering,
__________________until I tired of
knocking at the rocks of eventuality,
eddied into half sleep, body abeyant,
attended by kind Inconsequence,
neglected child of mind, always ready
with her drift-dream of lullabies.
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Wintering
ПоэзияIt's yet another MajorSeventh. Hop on the big shoulders and look ... Lastest poems are always posted last in my collections. Winter. So, expect sparse gardens, late autumn and wintry countryside, wry philosophy and humour, tenderness towards litt...
