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Owning Up

OWNING UP

Each of these poems
Is intended to be best
Read aloud … For why?
For I love the sounds

So build each piece
With sound in mind
As well as meaning
Plus any reference

For I love word play
Adore ambivalence
And multiple levels
Of tacit meaning

The writer invites
The reader invents
Becomes co-creator
In passing the time

Across The Ocean: Tanka

ACROSS THE OCEAN

“Am I coherent?”
You asked … I made a meaning
Out of what you said
Hopefully it is the one
You had in mind … But who knows?

Poems Lead Poets

POEMS LEAD POETS

This poem as emerged is actually
far more bitter and anguished
than its writer. Or far less …
What the hell. Let’s let it go;
it’s just the way it grew.

The initial germ here sprouted out
from a piece of Sarah’s weeks ago
that somehow caught my interest.
I’d have trouble locating it now;
it’s transmorphed completely.

Laboured at it for hours; it wouldn’t let go.
Clearly it’s determined to have its say.
As for you, happening by readers
looking out for an explanation
dream on, friends, dream on.

Back Again: Senryu

BACK AGAIN

Alarm(ing) bell stabs
Shrieks 7.30 again
(Whatever that means)

Cue

CUE

Deep breath …
And …
Dive …

Cue: Fish
Swimming along alone
Unwittingly … Alarmingly … Lost
In some pea soup or other
Cue: Foghorns

(Cue: Definition
“Anything said or done
On or off stage, that is followed
By some specific line or act”)

Cue: Some moment designated: LOVE
Containing its own built-in distress
Statutory though … So no blame then
And with also some kind of kindness
Inserted just to be on the safe side
As Spring springs to life past Winter
Hmmm … Seems time to learn to listen to learn from Nature

As seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years, whole lives
Slip by missed since busy spent seeking top marks
Spent forging on from nought to zero and back
For where’s the harm? Where’s the harm?
After all, after all, what’s zero after all
But the ground from whence all …

Hearts grow cold, a cold unnoticed
Hearts go to seed, to lockstep
Lockstep, lockstep, lockstep
From here and now to eternity
Nowhere now forever forever
Unnoticing the Eternity
Already here

Drowning in a homegrown madhouse
TVnRADIO busy busy busy working
Busy bent normalising the unforgivable
Exuding daily an utter absence of gorm
So good to have a friend though
Even if it is kind of imaginary

Children knew what those are all about
Before some way or another forgetting
Alas a loss alas a loss alas a loss
Brightness of eye now bedimmed yet body
Not yet quite hunted to extinction
Has and retains a mind of its own

Descended from apes
… Just not very far
… And not always in the right direction
Sheep bleat, mumble
“Don’t push at the back there”
An immodest silence
Opens and closes

Stuck fast twixt yes or no, cheese or chalk
Meaninglywhile preferring another option
A timeless walleyed stare into the abyss
Doomed to this personal threshold

Deep breath …
And …
Dive …

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This was written as a contribution to The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt No. 58.

https://secretkeeper.net/2016/10/10/weekly-writing-challenge-58/

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Home At Last

HOME AT LAST

Distracted actors
Mumbling along lost
Until we give up

Stray Petal

STRAY PETAL

I spy
With my
Little eye
…..Little I
…..Little I
Stray petal
Detached

Drifting by
Borne on a brook
…..Feeding a river
…..Feeding an ocean
Relentlessly surrendering
Substance

As might some hardback
Missing its jacket
…..Transient
Yet its content
…..Intent
…..Intact
Awaiting rediscovery
And rebirth

Jazz Me Do

JAZZ ME DO

Memory splinters … Splinters linger on
Orphaned … Amputated … Alien
Earlier hellbent … Later bent
Like a banana
Like a tasty adventure
Up … Behind … To infinity and beyond

Like the neighbour who
Spotting the Buddha in the back garden asks
“What’s wit’ monk?”

Like a glance above wondering
In this boundless blossoming heaven
“What’s wit’ bird?”

What’s wit’ Bird?
Variations on a theme
Came a long long way to end up here
To land up here wondering
“What’s wit’ Miles
What’s wit’ all these miles an’ miles?”

Heresy (28a)

HERESY

Explosive
This marriage of words
Half-closed doors
Fly open
Naked, virgin thoughts scamper
Hither and thither

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Shadorma November

The Me In Meaning (8b)

THE ME IN MEANING

Always seemed
Fairly subjective
What passes
For meaning
How and where we go seeking
Has its influence

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Shadorma November

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