CLOUD DANCE

September 26, 2020

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Perfect light somewhere

Sets to subtle sonatas.

Dance, for ponderance

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But here I am tucked

Much too loud in clouds tonight.

May get my own drift

“LIGHTING IS EVERYTHING”

September 10, 2020

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It’s best if festive lighting,
Sings out like those chimes,
Around every window
Oh, They’ll look out. Oh, They’ll look in.

Everyone will wonder
How the happy nurse their nights.
Some will go even further, keen
Right to undressing themselves,
Sight unseen.

LAVENDER DARK

August 13, 2020

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“The Rising Of Atlantis” — https://www.deviantart.com/iram

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My dusk meets dawn

I lack an abstract  with me in it

I mark it as “Lavender Dark”.

Last night’s reddest poem/ This 1st read paean, it’ll

Open some day with somber informality,

Then steepen  in its diffusion

(diamond fogs are just  like that),

So that the only way out is to blow out a sigh,

Accept clever nonsense,

&  as ever, just sigh.

 

F O R G E S

July 9, 2020

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There ought better be a beacon

On a pacific coast cliff could be

Where hope’s light works with sea horn

Where here a night light works without warning

It forces & forges the blackest fog & forests

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There can be a candle

in a window with enough heat

to fire the hearth

to light one lone solitary stone room

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”Writing is nothing more than a guided dream” -Jorge Luis Borges

S H I N E

April 21, 2020

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Odd that the hat on a scarecrow

Has enough shine to ensure a lure enough

to bug and bird alike,

To draw, and not repel them,

Their wings aim down to light.

 

 

“THE TENEBROUS DEATHBED SCENE”, VERY LATE,

FROM FAR ABOVE THE CUTTING ROOM FLOOR

 

 

 

near the end

Violaceous  clouds could stir to nearing.

My mise en scene set,  I’ll be blocking the shot,

Readying my stand-ins,

Cueing the soundtrack.

I’ll need special lenses to capture the light,

To be faithful to the script.

 

Our years had passed, right alongside our precious bonds of memory.

One  light came into here, far brighter than the full- moonlight did.,

Dead onto here

She had signed off   on a missive  to me

With

“Love, “

 

 

It might have been one long neon light

In the laundromat that set her off

When it flickered & popped

At us/ Everyone up late

Our eyes were hypnotized some

All bets were off

On what might happen

She was the first to go

To distract us from our books & hand-machines,

Pull us from our puzzles, also  our magazines

Her  saying all that nonsense  AA

Interrupted that late night scene

Her calling names out

All intense, her pleas   fowled by fire

We stared some  & stuck out someone’d stop her

Her call to fallen reveries

Her own  effin reveries

 

 

 

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Discerning the meaning of

This lantern, in a dream,

You carried  while leading & lighting our way

All the way in to .. until the still pond.

This can be a simple one,

That torch is a symbol;

We Hope now  for  magic!

we might resign to/ yr kind light  on our plight.

O’  We just might  go  plea.

We could just go down as, at least,

Pleaing

For our freeing  Might

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NURSIE DEAR

December 30, 2019

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I’ve dreamt of an angel, Nursie dear

Near she sat and pat my brow

Her half-smile warmed me with more light, more hope here

I fell back on my fevered pillow

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Why? Why by chance you’re my Florence Nightingale

That grows pale at my rows of wounded

& Hard-headedly disclaims, “All is tainted”

But goes on blinking out your saint eyes,

All the shadows god’s light must have painted?nursie

S U B T I T L E

November 15, 2019

PHOTOS FROM GODARD’S “ALPHAVILLE”
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This one liaison

We’ll go so for foreign films

Our unbridled pillow talk there,

On chiseled crystal chaise lounge chairs,

Will be subtitled.

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We’d meet.

One moon might

Light our clutch,

Tonight once closed curtains

Might one much-open-legged open.

We’d mean

To go so far as to

Show our gods of love   lots what they’d once bet on,

Completedly with some things &

Unneededly subtitlings.

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