kiss

the drifting breeze is a cool kiss that takes the heat of the sun away ~

magpie-vision

three houses side by side three television antennas one one each roof each antenna with a magpie singing reception has never been so fine tv never looked so good ~

carnevale

Poem #204 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction dressed as epiphany he juggled colours in the air across between under and over they wove like ribbons of light into figures of eight and into bows and once into his name …

brothers

my brother have you found food brother are you eating while I hunger I too can find worm I find grub I can hear sound a breathing below what are you doing have you found good perch is there room for another   coming I’m coming I run are you watching are you looking at …

nymph waters

Poem #203 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction as he watched from the bank a fish flew past rainbow trout by its markings a bird swam by it was heading somewhere wings wide riding the current in the reeds unseen …

can’t see (infinity)

grappling with infinity I can’t see a good way for this to end ~

salvation brave (ethan)

I was never a big man I am ethan jones I once taught english class at the secondary school controlling with my voice I don’t mean to be clever no it’s just the way that I am barefoot volunteer-assistant now to the furniture at the salvo’s shed you should hear them laugh my droll is …

diminishing (the daydream)

Poem #202 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction he dies a little as the daytime turns into night from skipping on the rays of sunshine to descent into the dark into nothing where he loses himself a small amount every …

in the sea

in seas of knowledge ellipsis swim by parenthesis encompassed ~

a poetry

with the passion he brought to math calculus flowed as though a poem ~