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Small Wire

the conditions work to crack the casing

colourful rubber

pursed like a mouth

it began with a struggle

bending hurt

……..bending anyway

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Child

It’s the way the ocean slides

from your eyes

Slides over lips still full

Rounded and soft

for kissing

(me)

And your arms hang happily never tiring

you climbed a mountain

child,

there you sit an apex

A world of beauty

born from rust

(Infused)

with turmeric and sun

and these vessels sporting

creatures like you

throngs

tsunami’s

schools

of small

rapid things

of heart led dancing

and yet

straw still spins

and the doors

are blowing in the wind

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Graceful Nonsense

thoughts falling in ladders

downward sloping air

anointed

blessed and breathing tunnels

past poaching pears

and

small

precarious things…

leaning and laughing

tall words

balancing

on lonely blue chairs ….

and there

here

at the highest point

sweet musk curls

inhaling

a graceful nonsense

 

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A Hero Dance Spectacular

 

my response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  , below is the sixth of ten poems.

 

Moving the clouds and crowds

spreading sleeping seeds

aloft on silken water

 

The strength it takes to burst like juice

through skin into sunshine

to crack the husk of subtle reiteration.

 

Music dictates a circular journey

but thought remains linear and well trodden.

Perch upon a note to harvest certain joy

of edgeless transparent space

 

SOME ARE BORN FULLY FORMED

and bring to the table songs from beyond the inky womb

but most, like I, left much behind……

and it is a .. . . s  l … o  .. . .w  .  .  .  uncurling

to the hero dance spectacular

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Tango King

 

Suave breeze

whispers

musssssk

a journeyman

a tango king…

Moving hands rest

split second

above lace,

gravity is his boy

and

flesh?

Well…..flesh is warm as dimpled dough