into a poem; so that
the poem then may seed itself
into a new experience;
like two young lovers
one the poem’s beginning
the other the poem’s end,
looking, looking, in a crowd of thousands,
seeing each other, running toward –
the crowd so alien
then so soon, love.
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Zeke Snirer.
he’s got something to offer the world:he’s the best judge of poetry. ever.this is his sincere opinion.so he’s obliged to tell you. often.in case you missed it.he’ll take on any other poet.invited or not.especially celebrated ones.he’ll even interrupt their own poetry readingstell them how bad they areand offer to read his own poemsto prove to…
‘This is Mister Blake, my dear,
and he looked down at me, this manwho saw, what did that mean,saw visions? His eyes were just so blue,so blue, that they were limitlessand I flew up and into themlike a sky and wingsand the voices sang foreveras if there were no repetitionand angels with blue eyeslooked at me out of everywhereseeing every thingand…
‘Whatever that you think you lack – give that! ‘ –
like seed that seems inert – yet, not inert;its hidden clock an instrument of grace;the mind, that soil which meanwhile does not know:it neither knows what lies in its embrace,nor its own precious nutrients which growthat seed; nor knows the Sower; nor His grace –until the day that in some Spring of light,I realised: I,…
walks into deserted playground
squeak creakpauses. moves on
Perhaps it had arrived undercover
of the organic cabbage which fromthe huge holes in its tough outer leaveshad brought it up so lively – perhapsreared in some protected warmth, mimickingthe months when ‘ small cabbage whites’are supposed to live – July to September.Or had it flown in or been shipped infrom some warmer clime?Christmas Day – was that the kitchen…
It has to be; one day, perhaps,
and yet, and yet… I’m just a little sad,not to meet my self in previous embodimentand say, thanks for the baton that you passedin this relay race of self to selfthrough millions of forms of life, they say;you played your part; worked through your destiny,gave cradle-gifts; withheld some too,to test me further on the path…