Kit Kelen #1167 - look at the poem and it grows

1167

look at the poem and it grows

for Dora Arampatzi

all summer trellised

drifted through storms

I have followed the vine

to this we drink!

it is the house of many mansions

my humbling

look again!

always needs a lick of paint

and something from nowhere

or out of left field

fresh phrase embellishing the act

and here's another thing, another

because you looked a different way

just because you breathed

I look at the poem

and so it grows

sideways glance reveals

it is a gospel no one finished

and listen in the mirror – more!

I dream it to be so

or give the magic touch

the eye

I hear the words rhyme on

no stopping

lyric to epic

fresh weather arrived

it broke up the clock

the thing is never finished

but sniff along a track

fresh fallen leaves

mist, then rain

all the hereafters are here

versions never yet

not quite a library

out of doors

so the poem stalks its prey

'I watered it with tears' –

poet-tree, let's call it

it doesn't live forever either

but makes a fine fire later on

larger than any life

count colours in the flame

to catch

keeps its conversation

as if it were a prayer

can always edit later

follow a trail of blood

for tragic

with each return

see further in

I look at the poem

it loves me too

has its moods and moments, deeps

water off and tangle magic

there is the teenage tantrum

sometimes sorry it must go on

and with/without

where in the world are those violins?

you know that they are yet to be written

a tinkle of the tin roof rain

the elephant for my piano

you see how the poem grows with seeing?

all sensible of its condition

it is delving over clouds

and has an underworld as well

no deathbed confession

it tosses aside the hemlock cup

goes down with the knockout blow