oh no sir he said I would never risk all of my light no even when I’m dreaming that's right even then I keep my shutters closed in only enough light to see a little way in front of me that’s my rule sir ~ Poem #550 from a series of poems drawn from the … Continue reading practicing prudence
the day time was his certainty he sat high over looked supervised decisions make and he the small god of the domain inferiors cowed as they were acceded agreed nodded fervently upheld and supported there was no doubt there could be no doubt but night the dread night night was filled with no-certainty with the … Continue reading an assurance
he chose to reside on the other side where everything is a psychotropic and his hallucinations just another stanza one more line in another poem ~ Poem #548 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
the dust he wrote was lighter than a touch from the breeze it filled the page mote by mote like swirling in a ray of fallen sunlight dazzling through the window dance his words could dance for him in rainbow colours soft as a blown breath rain fell down in the way rain always will … Continue reading light (too heavy)
the moment waits a point within a void open for a thought to happen by and fill it empty biding in a null-field action taking place somewhere else some-when else away in the distance oh for a little attention oh for a little filling up with some thing now oh oh oh a void devoid … Continue reading your moment waits
good night sweet flower withdraw your head sleep beneath the stillness of these waters awake young again awaken new open to the golden light of morning ~ Poem #542 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
in the still of the night the phantoms wreathe above the water raveling unraveling adrift they retire reluctantly as day creeps growing lume by lume until they are hidden and the brightness rules for a short while the brightness rules only for a short while night will fall again for the phantoms to recall their … Continue reading above the water
Lot 451 dream of a summer’s day with picnic beside creek two parties involved and a dog who will start now who will open the bidding for this marvelous dream there in front with you now thank you sir lady on the left now lady on the left a-a-n-d with you sir at the back … Continue reading the auction house
oh he is always there with his head in the stars whether he sees any more than the twinkle who knows I suppose it is eternally clean up between the lights and the darkness maybe too pure is what I’m trying to … anyway anyway if you look into his eyes you’ll get a faraway … Continue reading grounding of a poet by friend