rtl walk #60: attention

the black one there standing to attention the colour black slides away against the pink behind ~

scry (the sky) the heartbeat

still the water shows only sky no oracle or portent unless tomorrow is an empty space still the sky contains every heartbeat ~

he/his

and his child was the wide blue sea his child was the sky … … to the horizon his home was the magpie song the kookaburra laughing his best friend the fast running stream … the constant calling … his child is the secret smile is a vision he sees it there and seeing … …

populating the sky

Poem #295 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction blue sky clear sky he populated the blue with a bird watched it flying busy on its path he populated the blue with birds with a flight watched them gyre a collective …

rtl walk #59: on a stick

anyone care for a sausage on a stick? anyone? bulrush sausage? anyone? ~

illumination

Poem #294 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction the light shone a bright little spark when he picked up his pen to write a poet a lyricist a dreamer and it shone a little brighter when the first words kissed …

rtl walk #58: ready

a tuft at the top of the bulrush leaves there is a journey waiting ready to be taken ~

shift worker

don't wait for signs your day is begun the light will find you in its time ~

a swallow of shadows

Poem #293 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie. Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction every morning the tree of the edge of the stream from first light to dark grows its shadows like children hidden inside the bark beneath the leaves as each day meanders until …

rtl walk #57: lost

I grow lost in the lines that run from here to there lost my eyes can’t see you ~