Implied Movement

 

 

 

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Wearing out shoes in my sleep

 

Wearing out shoes in my sleep,

I walk along the right angled

curvature of implied spaces.

 

Stopping to smell the roses,

their bushes have dog biscuits for leaves –

the thorns, are the mourning dove’s call.

Knotty cabbages –

such fine billows bugle outward,

petrified olives.

 

Feathers fall slowly,

turn to grains of sand, bleeding –

trombones’ sleeping eyes .

 

Saltation ‘s shoreline –

glass harpsichord’s kiss slips by,

jellyfish rumba .

Whispering willows –

tooth paste tap dancer steps out,

coral cormorant .

 

Lounging out the door –

now creep pages without words,

peckish cranky oust.

 

Wings of cow dung hit –

a lento, cavalier stars,

a corpuscle of soil –

sandwiched between fast seconds,

soles slide past boughs of strange sheep .

 

Be prepared for sharp turn ahead –

watch for falling molluscs & steam tractors,

summon superlative hexagons,

small blacksmith artifacts.

 

 

Old Woman Moon laughs

as the bridge spins platitudes of pudding.

The hive is now full of tranquil ditties

sharpened on spider silk.

Finally, defoliate whine glasses

as the silence seeps into the toes.

 

NOTE: All images are from my archive on Dark Pines Photo. Clicking images will take you to original posts (opens in new tab).  Stanzas are a mix of free verse, haiku, and tanka.  Many thanks.

She Falls in Love Too Easily

Into my heart an air that kills

From yon far country blows:

What are those blue remembered hills,

What spires, what farms are those?

 


That is the land of lost content,

I see it shining plain,

The happy highways where I went

And cannot come again.

A. E. Housman (1859-1936)

 

Source: Strange Love of Martha Ivers 1946

Asemic Noir: Make the Message Count

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Make the message count

rapt in seconds away from – death

a knock at the door.

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Scratched glass hides sounds

under lampshade shadow’s light –

an unmarked parcel.

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Fingers peel back emotions

Like The Man who cheated himself

clock hands clap to time.

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Unlock the clasp’s chill,

Empty chamber full of fear –

Breathing plans at night.

 

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Who’s the Fool now ?

Midnight Messenger’s mistress –

walking out backwards.

 

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Note: Stanzas are Haiku variations.  The B&W shots are from opening cuts of the noir film, The Man who Cheated Himself ( 1950 ) – can be found on archive.org .