temperature drops
wind picks up, swirls through reed beds
air tasting of rain
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CLP 02/05/2021
On Water xxiv
Tag Archives: Poetry
On Water xxiii
absence of presence
bottle; long-term substitute
happiness of toes
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CLP 01/05/2021
On Water xxii
our thirst impressions
catch the eye and stick in throat
memories decay
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CLP 30/04/2021
On Water xxi
soil crumbled to dust
decorous clouds braid sunset
prayers for rain dissolve
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CLP 29/04/2021
On Water xix
shallow bay soon fills
tide’s return washes creeks clear
floods all memory
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CLP 28/04/2021
On Water xviii
waves paw the sea wall
tentacles gently shine the stone
working at weak spots
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n.b. However old these stones, however long in situ, the sea will eventually wear them down, one wave or another.
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CLP 26/04/2021
4’33” (after John Cage)
To be read in your head only. Understood? Now 1/2/3/4 begin.
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…I thank you. Encore? No, it is too much! I am exhausted from the effort of this composition. It is too much. I must rest. Thank you.
I will release this on SoundCloud as soon as copyright issues are clarified. Thank you.
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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty-six prompt: parody. I have chosen John Cage’s classical piece 4’33”. Please remember to press the “Unmute” button in YouTube when you follow the link.
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CLP 26/04/2021
On Water xvii
lunatic repetition
tide in, tide out, back and forth
set your clock by it
n.b. Imagine if we had time pieces attuned to the tides, not set from Greenwich Meridian; would we be more sensitive to our planet’s music?
CLP 25/04/2021
On Water xvi
that helicopter
on a beeline up the coast
air-sea rescue, obvs
n.b. The elements of water and air combine to tragic effect at weekends when the concoction of homo-sapiens, alcohol and sunshine dull the mind, drown common-sense.
CLP 25/04/2021
no waiting zone
you learn fast of special places
and special days, as a child
some you already know
for some you wait; some lie await
beyond teenage-wise horizons
in your embroidered dreams
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and some are yours
that no one else must see
until that supposed special day
when you are adult-free
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one day you’ll leave home in your heart
you’ll know exactly what this means
a celebration, a cutting off, an escape
your day to marque the Earth
different days you’ll share
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you learn slowly of special days,
when adult and work and life
consume so much
days explode with joy or sorrow
until that lightning strike when you celebrate today
no more waiting for tomorrow
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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Twenty-five prompt: Occasional poem.
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CLP 25/04/2021
