Into Paradise.

That compulsive ostinato challenge

Beneath steady tide-cadenced

Heart-rhythm heat-beat, heat-beat.

The little rising thrill,

Trill-gathering power,

Flinging itself with and against

The flood wave’s hunger.

Crash!

Then again;

Suddenly released;

No longer in opposition

They soar, soar

As they were always meant to –

As one.

Beyond meaning

Into paradise flames.

A big well-done to anybody who “had a go” at this poem a day stunt.
take a breath or two …
but keep writing!

 

 

Down the Infinity Track

Just a little shy of the

Mountain-naked witch hour

She comes, full pelt,

Throttles locked wide open

As never before: headin’

For the tunnel that

Separates. Continue reading

A Windows Machine

Clouds stained and stretched

Like overlapped, pulled thin

Butterfly wings pinned

Around the rolling-silk,

Last-light-of today sun

As it leaks to pale skins after

Sheets of April-vengeance hail.

I’m sitting at a windows machine

Wondering if I can believe the numbers;

Take the cold carborundum pressures.

Here, I truly believe, we could plant,

Could surely grow, might sustain Paradise:

Legacy, pass-along gardens that would

Proudly carry standards out of history

… into the future.

“Another quiet day in Paradise,”

The lonely angel sobs,

“Perhaps I got too many things wrong

Where I was before –

Or got too many of them right?

But, truly, I cannot settle here

Between the scarlet and the spire.”

 

“Sadly, there can be no excuse

For, this, my attitude …

Nor any question of escape

For I cannot cease to be.”

 

27/2/2012

Another Quiet Day