name song

stunned I heard the magpie call my name wordled from the endless sky wordled from the golden sun wordled in the breeze passing by with a touch yes stunned I was my name was the blue my name was the golden sun my name was the wind   wordled like a song a melody a …

behind the ice creamery#7: oogle urrgghh

didn’t mean to have so much triple dipple oogle urrgghh single cone next time ~

entering into the moment

Poem #237 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction with a movement of his arms a kind of wriggle-with-a-reason he separated to a place where he could watch it all happening a little apart and there slowly passing was the purpose …

cloud because

I took a picture of a cloud today because I like it I like them who would not like a picture of my cloud ~

Monet’s lily

Poem #236 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction he draws the flower time and again in the morning fresh and young and beautiful in the evening closing withdrawing blushing kissed by the last rays of the sun sleeping when the …

behind the ice creamery#6: waffle

candy flavors fill the cone peppermint strawberry a waffle cone ~

the flaw

Poem #235 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction a mistake a mistake he made over and over baking dough shaped like a man in an oven heated up to run too high he wondered if it was himself so flawed …

behind the ice creamery#5: are blues: are reds: are fallen

greens are blues they are reds these bricks carry them higher then let them go ~

circum the jewel

they form a line nose to tail these jets streaming across the open sky     string a bracelet to join them make a ring to circumnavigate the world encompass the jewel that is Blue ~

aspiring to white

Poem #234 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction where he walked he left the footprints the spoor of a better man every step held inside itself a small idea of more behind him as time passed each imprint slowly disappeared …