watching over

clouds today the flock is feeding from the meadow I shepherd watch over ~

the balloon

Poem #269 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction he placed the end to his lips and ex- haled his dreams exhaled his hopes exhaled his longings with the breath of himself he inflated his balloon until it was tight ready …

rtl walk #33: cormorant tree (4)

ah here comes an entertainment let’s watch him alight while we wait while we watch while we dry ~

inevitably (and a wolf poem)

(1) it’s only the night was straight but somehow twisted perhaps it was inevitable when darkness fell I’m only the moon shone clear but somehow misted perhaps this too was inevitable as this moon is only me ~ (2) do you howl at the moon wolf man wolf man do you raise up your head …

the sound of the rain

at first the rain is a sound of unaccustomed strangeness the croak of rust in a voice that rarely speaks and at first the rain is the sound that the wind blows moving leaf and branch without pause for its breath then the rain becomes the sound of a frog call emerging into the wet …

rtl walk #32: cormorant tree (3)

still we watch still we wait still we are too damp to leave to go fishing ~

his name

Poem #268 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction you cannot know the weather he said you live in houses huddled in a row for safety in concrete on tarmac you are in shock when a wet hand of water of …

seeing the flower

Poem #267 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction see that flower the gardener pointed it is there it is growing it is good it is there that I planted it it is good because I enriched the soil for it …

rtl walk #31: cormorant tree (2)

yes on the cormorant tree we watch and wait and we dry ~

what’s the matter

Poem #266 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction take seventy-five percent of water take twenty-five percent of clay knead them awhile knead them well knead them tenderly knead them warm knead them smooth until they’re just one dough and nothing …