On continental shelves of sleep that teem
with seemings, whole schools flash silver, astray,
surface moments bubble self-conscious, dream
down again, playwright re-entering the play.
Some dolphin being will stitch along the swell,
sleep and half-woken dream and healing sun,
pilot for Leviathan, back from tell
of deeps where tentacles of Id are done.
We show our back above the element
we live in, then.* Catch at lucidities,
once up and doing slip from clarity;
so half way through a day, I say, we breeze
asleep as much as any dream disparity,
easily diverted from what we meant.
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*What Cleopatra said of Mark Anthony in 'Anthony and Cleopatra' by Shakespeare: '...his delights/ Were dolphin like, they showed his back above/ The element they lived in'
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Wintering
PoetryIt'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...
