Part One :
Sandy Lover Promotes a Special Hat
You say I and the sea and everything is All;
Loving you is to love mimes .
Sin in two lines, now that is a song;
Those whose branches reach the hart of desire, no doubt finds;
You desired a Special Hat,
But we loved you still.
Separations disunited only your ends,
without your knots.
It too erases all the sandy lovers like myself.
Gently, who loved me in waves of brine,
Just seashells on the beach now.
Life Noises uses the Clock’s soul .
Look slowly, carmine zones fill
All the empty words of glass.
It will protect the colours of the soul,
but not the chimes of regret.
This is to promote a special hat.
That is stillness sitting
in the shaded chairs on the beach.
I will always be paid soon. Always…….
Refuse, please, I try to imagine the life of this diving hatred cascading and breaking along the reefs. So I, in reference to this development, must say what I think. Please be gentle with these solitary kisses, sand slipping between fingers even now. There is a good sea still waiting for those who hope.
Wee flowers will grow in the sunlight by the station. They say that the eyes follow the shadow of the natural free extremity, and so we both moved on, …… But always remember, when you have a need to come with a piano, look for the dog in the window of the day-house.
Until then, we have many options. You have to understand love.
Why move to the Fates? I have a few meters in the hand.
This too is to promote a special hat in the usual place.
Process Note : This began as an exercise in deconstructing a mish-mash of text ( some may still think it is – they may be correct). It wasn’t even intended as a post, just a writing prompt. At a certain point, a pattern developed, a disjointed refrain, that appeared to be an ambiguous dialogue ( the best kind). Was it more than one person or an internal fragmented mind coping with memories and hopes ? So I called it Mad Love’s Refrain. It is also longer than I expected, and I have divided it into parts, based on the patterns and repetitions that naturally evolved.
I dug deep into my collection of photos, going back up to nine years – images from various times & places have been combed to create the pieces. The antique albumen print style built up the sense of the passage of time and reduced some inadequacies of earlier photographs, while the exuberant colours suggested a tropical/summer print. The combination of the two styles, I think, captures the duality within the text.
The next part in the Refrain is called Conversations in an Amber Jar.