2
Summer cooling signifies
a calling to be answered.
(That self is to the Armies
what Emperors & Footstools).
Hello, the handsome hills,
the homeless walking urge
starts with Spring, bees
working orchards,
erecting canopies.
mornings trim but warming
ground invigorate the tuber
prompt the minimalism
withdraw, forlorn, I doubt it
to celebrate the excess
greatness ever-present.
Winter weights, the fit bench,
at night was running, wet feet
steaming at the doorstep.
then tongues of early daffodils
unfolding to cathedrals
yellow green and orange
the urge to read begins
to wander in the cooling
I resist …until the fullness
of the urge has been compressed,
and fills me with the usefulness
of having held it back, at first
impulse, the slow charge
for long storage, that Self is
to Loving whom Markets target.
how the deus are eggs
Chapel? a semblance
in psychiatry
are these poetries of urges.
3
the blue line deepens
far out to sea,
the orca and the whale boat,
diving teams; eventually
the yellowing leaves
the green trees
ginger red & brown,
& opulent-dewy starts
bring tiptoe barefoot exits
looking for my first-thoughts
and the security teams
assigned to their protection.
3.1
last leaves, corrections,
following the bare frames
in a tightening of the arms,
eye work, exercise
optic rise in tree-maze
it is fair to say that
I have never been late
to recognise, but to act,
these thoughts are
to Governing how
the Differential translates
the Engine into Work.
Thank you, Sommer!
This is brilliant – melodic, rhythmic. Really admirable work.