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Flowers

FLOWERS

Flowers I love for
They leave me be

So sing me to sleep then
Then sing me awake again
O sing me to death and back

Before sheepishly I cry wolf
Both before and then after
Bayed, bays, bays and shall bay

“Have you splayed and displayed?”*

Lately lapsed warden strayed
Way far beyond the garden fence
Among the shadows in the wood
Took an unexpected turning
Somewhere down the line

Washed up hereabouts drowning
Within my own drying bones
While the near by is far awry

Empty of troths
Truths opinions
Until one lone day
Alone no more
No less

Retired to lick my wounds

Noli me tangere
No mean danger
No bedroom headroom

Collidoscope† collapsing
Time to fight my own fight
Overstand the web of soul

For flowers I love for
They leave me be

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* “For those of you who live elsewhere “Have you paid and displayed?” is a common sign in English car parks, referring to purchasing a ticket from a machine on arrival that needs sticking on your windscreen to cover a specific time period.” (https://365project.org/casablanca/365/2017-06-03)

† Apart for the obvious wordplay please visit and digest http://collidoscopeberlin.com and http://collidoscope.io. Thank you.

Because Of The Rhymes

BECAUSE OF THE RHYMES

Like the Doctor says,
“Poetry, physics, same thing.”
Who’m I to argue?

The Art Of Erasure

THE ART OF ERASURE

Tried to make statements
The more we perfected it
The more we said less

Memoirs

MEMOIRS

A story or two
They’d tell out
These folded fingers
If gifted a fresh blush of
Lips, palate, tongue

A blessing this perhaps
Or rather more a curse
Or better still the both
A confession, an absolution
Each sat astride its mirror

Hubris swallowed, spat out
These crablike fingers
Clutching at straws
While nearby a camel
Patiently awaits a breaking

Oh, what a story
They would spill
Then two then three
Then four than five
These mottled fingers

Belt And Braces

BELT AND BRACES

Even when drifting
In a cloud of unknowing
It’s a good idea
To keep your wits about you
After all you never know

The Eyes Have It

Take a look around you. Now cover your right eye and look carefully at the scene or some specific object. Then cover your left eye and look carefully at it. You will notice that it appears a little different each time, though you may need to switch back and forth a few times before you appreciate this fully. It is apparent that what anything “is” depends on the point of view, and it makes no sense to assert that any particular view is “THE ONE AND ONLY TRUTH”.

If this is the case when we consider the two eyes in a single head, think what this implies when we start to consider all the eyes in all the different heads there are.

Of course some folk only have one eye, and some folk have poor sight or else their vision is distorted in some way, while other folk are completely blind. It would be foolish, surely, to argue with them about the “Truth”. Perhaps an approach to the question with a little more understanding and compassion might be appropriate.

The Achievement

THE ACHIEVEMENT

The travellers’ goal is not
To gain some something
Which they do not have
But that of relinquishing
That which they are not

Lodestar

LODESTAR

It’s not just out there that there’s weather
There’s changeable weather here inside too
Heard tell they’re one and the same anyway
Beneath this sogenannten inside/outside slop
In which case all bets’re off or else ill judged
N this moment’s snap’s not the last’s or next’s
N any original thought’s worth no more than
What pads out a thousand mindless quotings

Reassurance

REASSURANCE

No coincidence
Morning precedes the unknown
Just so with mourning

The True Measure

THE TRUE MEASURE

The mind may be smart
But the heart feels and feeling
Truly understands