ears, minds, hearts, souls,
record actions that
are already poetry or poetic
in themselves
or so it seems
which makes it easy
for poetic poets to write
poetic poetry
as when I watch you
poised so still, sitting there,
your face against the light,
painting meeting sculpture,
still as any animal,
still as any goddess
roaming the cosmos in your mind
seeking, ballpoint poised,
the answer to some hidden
crossword clue
living in poetry
listening; for that heart is always bliss; allhearts in all ways, blest by ceaseless love;the blaze of bliss in life is our soul’s singing;this peace, our life as winging gift that’s blest;its light brings love, sings peace, and brims the heart.(An experiment in assonance without rhyme: the assonances are in a staggered sequence through the…
Roll these life sentencesaround the spacewhere your thoughts werenow pretend you never read this.just be;pretend you never read this.*[from a thought by Mira]
When I had travelled much, I called myself a travellerNow I sit here, still and silent on the cushionswhile the roses release their perfume,the peacock cries upon the wall,and in the courtyard, the fountain plays;and all my travel has returned to me,all my travelling is within me,travel, travelling and traveller are one;and my mind travels…
another light bulb gone.They last for years,go as the leaves fall;perhaps they too feel old.
the poet babbled on; the brook,dried up and long since dead.
ex-hot, ex-famous) , while sweeping, dusting,fire-lighting, all that deprived childhood stuff –felt that she had more to offer;had not realised her full potential; soin a cheap exercise book, wrote herfictionalised life-story, suitably worked up,in her spare moments; even, when short of incident,setting up some neat situation withher ugly sisters etc.thanks to her friend Buttons whowas…
