heron eyes
over the green shallows
catching fire in a thimble of time
steely kamikaze plunge
a divine wind catching
gleaming stiletto
bright day spray
silver tail hoisted into gantry neck
look
two emerald dragonfly
form a heart
watch the heart hover
the heat hover more
over a broad green leave
as thick as a seagulls shadow
iridescence
humming along a watery face
a wobble of sunlight
green
the scum drone of a terraced alae
tidal eggs
planted
fragments of being
look
minute golf course emerging
where eyes film over
watching
( as an after dinner wonder mint )
It's a park but there's no grass because everyone's slipping on appeal.
Everyone has cameras except the girl.
They're taking her picture.
Now they're taking the girl and leaving the picture.
Someone warns them the sun is freezing or the grass is coming back.
All the cameras disappear and everyone pulls out badges.
Everyone is arresting everyone else.
The judge says something to the girl.
She transcribes but mouthes to the penguins in the front row
that she doesn't believe him.
They don't listen being packed in ice.
As they thaw they like her less.
The two doormen remove the entrance doors and exit.
Through the exit enters a large film with all the badges taken as evidence.
All the pictures taken that day prove no one had film in their cameras.
The girl pretends to type but no one minds because her feet don't touch.
The cameras are fired to test the murder weapon.
The grass holds the judge in contempt.
His eyes film-over.
He appeals to the penguins but they freeze for a picture.
Pausing in yesterday’s shadow
with the steps now rusty of dreams,
dust covered film over rainbow,
the surrender filled with dark streams.
With the steps now rusty of dreams,
overwhelmed, cut off seeking more
as silence echoes time’s mourning
and leaks through the memory door.
Dust covered film over rainbow
resembles the heart’s broken part.
A healing and cleansing needed
to restore its shine back to art.
The surrender filled with dark streams,
covered bridges frozen in snow...
All melting as spring has begun
pausing in yesterday’s shadow.
Lillibonelle form
His rheumy eyes film over and he brushes away a tear
with the age-spotted back of his hand.
He watches himself as a young man –
handsome, vigorous, full of joie de vivre.
The members of his orchestra now arthritic.
Or ashes long since scattered into oblivion,
like the beautiful soprano in the film.
But for the duration of the archive footage
they are all young again.
The film ends and their philharmonic youth
is silent memory once more.
He struggles to press rewind but his gnarled finger
presses fast-forward by mistake.
He thinks that time has been on fast-forward
and wishes he could find the rewind control for his life.
With a sigh, he presses play and fades away,
watching his immortal youth.
Yard Work
I worked with stern and determined face
attention on the end of the rake
the fresh grass and orange leaves.
Out of the corner of my eye
I saw a small bird huddled
fixed against the drain pipe,
its wings tight against its body.
It didn't stir.
I bent closer and
saw the milky film over its dark eyes.
A drape of sadness
was thrown callously over my morning.
I buried it quickly and carefully.
Time to take care to scrape away
the sharp rocks and hollow out a little place
deep enough to keep the dogs away and
with such care
as I chose the final
home for this tiny thing.
It may have been taken away
to make room for another.
While I write this, several
months have passed and my throat
still tightens from the memory.
Sadness and loss is still with me
and with me for all the birds
that fall
from their nests
or the sky
every day
from now until eternity.
‘my eyes
with a film over them
clouding them with
iridescent shapes of
you’
I'm reading this again...
probably not the best thing
for me to read at this moment.
sending off...hmm?
do you still feel the same?
a ramble of unpoetic lines
shoved together haphazardly
if the power of words can kill
then
I’m butchering a pig—
—blood as virtual ink!
…pathetic
not poetic…
comparing my ‘poetry’
to yours
my UNpoetry
yet,
you say—
—you claim to love it
sending off—
—do you still feel the same?
‘my eyes’
-coming ‘round full circle-
‘with a film over them’
—just incase—
you’ve forgotten
[my eyes
with a film over them
clouding them with
iridescent shapes of
you]
‘clouding them with’
-repeated-
‘iridescent shapes of’
—not quite—
‘you’
sending off—
—do you still feel the same?
do you
still
feel the same?
The days meld into nothings
Eyes closed to the world
My ears forever ring
A fuzzy film over my face
Another disappointment
No one to comfort my soul
My mind is a pool of lament
Fatigue is my new best friend
Pain my new delight
Nothing left to life
Too many fights to bother
Whispered words
I'm supposed to hearken?
Pointless
Its always something
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