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WHERE IS THE RED ?
WHERE IS THE RED ?
Voracious winter’s cacophony
Cape starlings, turtle doves, pigeons
Conductor Crow, on wet corrugated
stage, beak battling for bun crumbs
earth wrapped worms
Where is the Red ?
Droplets of night-rain decorate
fairy tightrope washing line
phone battery recharges dead dots
a memory too full of autumn
leaves crushed
Valentine missing winter’s breath
Cold fog clearing with Avalon images
spine asks to curl once more
knitting collagen cables with
soul frequencies
space becomes a hard white clot
damp kitchen slip-slops await
Where is the Red ?!
Father prays then rosary memorises
Mother hibernates into King Tut’s tomb
will pumpkin seeds shoot dreaming
her dreams
neighbour opens sighing
corduroy curtains
Should she collect her
state pension today ?
Kettle clicks towards empty
coffee jar
It shall be tea…
then pineal opens for
Sananda’s whispers
Mahasatipatthana sutta filters into
claustrum cells
He visited Guatama in his golden
grove, bodhi trees beckoning
I ask about winter flipping to spring
in a yin-yang swing
to bleak peak an infant bud
He whispers, ‘ winter is only a wisdom of
waiting
the Red shall flow like your
warm blood…as mine did…’
A dude, I replied, ‘ Keep warm’,
a tear down my cheek
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2017edit2024
Copyright ©
Ghairo Daniels
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