Kit Kelen #348 - automatic writing

348

automatic writing

(a kind of carpe diem)

people ask me where I find the time

this is a yoo-hoo to you-know-who

it's true

I couldn't fit it all into one day

the games

the fun

the all-to-do

breathless the anticipation

the works of others

to respect

every wonder

one long moment

I couldn't fit them all in

nor would I give the night away

so I simply decided

that one day could be two

*

I spread things out

each corner had its time to take

and sleep at the top of the list

in that mirror I was all rehearsing

and people came to me there

I built a new house every night

verandas twirled like vines to height

you ask me where's the time

and is there somewhere else to be?

now all these empty pockets bulged

with gifts of bounty being

so much time lost looking

it made me lazier

that's good

time was mine

to fritter fit

not telling how long things were thus

but all in good time so I knew

two days were not enough

for where the one had been before

so you can imagine

*

I wake where I am

and apples early

mid-morning I am carrot man

and so much tea

and much more water

feeling of the forest close

and that is why I'm here

and closing in

the trees and creatures

I tussle back with blade

pay fuel

but love it that the forest wins

and love is one long interruption

the many are the one

the garden and the road to make

the weeds and words to bear away

yoga and swimming

and the truth be told

a breeze blew in between my ears

did I give it a second thought?

*

under the gathering shade of day

it's music creeps in at the corners

friends were round to chat

I tidied up just a bit for that

as each of us is instrumental

I was largely after style and voice

there was to paint as well

and canvas, cardboard, foil

and paper, old cupboards, older doors

were all fair game

with pigment licked

I look out for the sleights of light

and memory is with me

precious raft I cling

through storms of now

and griefs of yet

all blessings I remember

I'd see the one leaf drift to soil

and I would till dinner's direction

then who would grace my hearth beside

and watch the fire turn seasons

telling never the same tale twice?

*

you see how there was time forgetting

the poem I was in then

was no few tricks for magazine

but ran its own length

there had to be time

to scratch all this down

surely I'd not neglect that?

plot!

I was a hero of the sport

with time for accolades as well

no putting pen down at enough

but nature takes it course, distracts

with little clouds and cloudlessness

to watch for what will come

it's weather!

you know already two days were three

in no time a week was never enough

the day was a year then

and last of all

this was my life

correctly guessed!

you read me like a book

*

and one sun shows the open page

one moon dreams between

and you were there

soul to say

communing takes some time

you see there is resounding in us

there were the wars

and we were in them

and if I had tomorrow

orders to return to the front

I'd always have had today

you were my cherished of that time

you see how life perfects itself?

just now

as if there were a truth to names

a dragonfly flew through

I was always my own jungle

long flourish of the chord run on

to its eternity, beyond

I saw parallel lines meet

that was enough of God

weep not

beyond your own indulgence

I am to the moment gone

I'm come into the circle

the moment is eternity

there's no other way in

which shall I choose

to live past life

then that will have been me

so always

isn't this

where we

live

?