the blue line

 

The eddy

the vortex

the eye

THE I

the blue line……

I bring to me

the universe

on the palm of my hand,

a twirling harmony.

I bring the sheets of jewelled air

palleting around in

thick knifing strokes

around

around

around

like ribbons…..

the core

the pearl

spinning,

within me

containing,

caressing

the vertical blue

the centre

the conduit

middle earth and heaven…..

the heat the ice

one point of complex vibration

unbroken

perfect

 

 

 

 

The Fabulous Fabrication

 

A fork in the path appears

whilst I,

knee deep in nude undoing

Can NOT anymore, in my rainforest cave,  resist the opal footprint,

nor can I nail myself to the floor or wall in the face of this

glowing movement forward

OR

ignore the veining shimmer that pulls me

OUT

and thrusts me in glossy, sweet projection……
I merge my points of allowing taking only THIS step

Enjoy your fabulous fabrication and
FEEL
Yes FEEL  the toffee gold sun in between your toes

 

one misty thought

 

sifting over misty mountain

sliding along horizons

silently

.

.

mesmerisingly

an allowing point

converging in the rising

steamy coolness

delivering from somewhere deep

inside

a peaking breath

to shake the soul

a little cavalier, axe wielding, idea

chipping away at the grave clinging….

a positive clearing

exposing crisp and naked blue

 

Corn I AM

 

lets shuck these green folds of

corn skin that cover me

my kernel is sweet

I am….

rows and rows of friends

walking stiffly forward

a drama unplanned, randomly perfect,

an organised chaos

I in my gold pants and flourishing breasts

like waterfalls of flesh

sun bleached dunes

parting veils

dripping butter

smiling in a tempest of

spices

feet

personality

This is magical…..

a world

where a kernel of corn

is the meaning of life

 

 

 

 

Towers of Ecstasy

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

This body

rising fleshly

dough

bursting flowers forth

the hue of singular purpose

though unknown

peeking blue by blue

over brickwork

through little windows

purple red and gold

the light brings peace

while

stepping on trembling steps

controlled by rusty beat

copied in astrological brainstorm

a supernova idea

easily lost in this puddle

easily sweetly

dissolving

though at the core

the foundation

smoother and heavier than stone

Feed Me

 

bitter

relish

laced with ginger

seasoned with touch

oooh

a particular sensation

a wordy specimen

a salty feeling

extracts my sea, refining a musical plea to excite and behold

YOU

excellent human

discernible beauty

even though the water may be brackish

and the milk sometimes tasting of Garlic

I love you

to hang here

to perceive

experience

to partake

to enjoy

natures circular bounty

a grain on your tongue is a star in my mind

almost too bright to behold in the mouth or otherwise

I am inclined to grasp

to wallop in a gobular smackering of appreciation

admiration

affection

in exchange for bread and insight

my leaning is toward

thick energy

I easily undergo persuasion

apprehension is only a sensation

I suffer and bask in acute suggestion

I am lazing

in the hammock of digestion

in your

BELLY!

 

 

Innocence

 

Yes

the blood that leaks a thousand fish is mine ……..!

AND I wield the glinting weapon that falls

upon your upturned face.

Lit by scented moonlight we are one

and that is the price,

your innocence is molasses, and I the thick-tongued cow

that laps you up!

My consciousness performs,

a conflicted melody

a lighthearted ballet,

perhaps Coppelia’

in the face of choice and personal responsibility,

for… the blood….

the murderous thoughts…..

Within our own anthill

the ocre dust stirs,

the world we give permission for speaks,

simmer down….

reduce violent thoughts

however justified we think they may be…..

Suddenly and defiantly

we ring, we spill

and IN floods the light

revealing polished palms.