axeman: the dwindling

the pile that was a mountain that vast expanse of never-ending has been tamed devoured slice by slice to the systematic beating of the splitter transformed from the raw to the dressed and he too has been changed transformed his skills honed an ability to smite developed into the art of division round after round … Continue reading axeman: the dwindling

prelude to a small idea

Poem #14 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction the silent voice starts singing a small idea done loud the discerning notion of an ear sits above the sound conducting nuance rise and fall rhythm cadence metre beat and pulse the … Continue reading prelude to a small idea

gone (like September)

the plum blossoms suddenly they’re gone and all I see is young green where did white go the oaks are small life and bud leaves the view I had through bare branches has begun to close and the cherry flowers are bursting here and there like popcorn they have waited out the frost and now … Continue reading gone (like September)

renewal

Poem #13 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction dulled in heart listless he searched haphazardly dispiritedly a drawer a bench top beneath loose papers a slow ordeal ill directed and half almost abandoned mid-task but his hands alighted finally on … Continue reading renewal

the hermits of reading

Poem #12 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction he has been wandering lost in the darkness of a densely treed forest lost long enough to doubt his reason his purpose in entering these woods at night but it was a … Continue reading the hermits of reading

po-dro – transcribing now

he is under observation nothing special about him just a man but under surveillance from a poetry drone riding at his shoulder hanging close just behind him watching what he does seeing inside what he thinks sometimes framing his thought a little better than he could manage on his own a little buzz it’s on … Continue reading po-dro – transcribing now