Kit Kelen #1335 - cat out of the bag

1335

cat out of the bag

notes for the picture book of the poem

sometimes a poem

is the way to find out

a hill of flowers in my head

song forgotten there

go there on a day off

I part the dust, the smoke, the sea

you can be there in a flash and follow

has been said palpable, fruity

an apple rots downstairs

only a dream

your for instance love

these charms

and one held in another’s arms

but courage

never a permanent fixture

a little truth creeps out

imagine hearing that music

off the leash

will it come line by line

or trail the images behind?

I exercise the hand, the eye

a fist is raised, defiance

and still the poem’s faster

lean and hungry

for to tell and show

it has a sound for sure

and you can recognize the poem by symptoms

how you feel in company

mainly though watching

here to tell just what the world is

often a poem could go two ways

or there might be many

we’ve heard it bark

seen roll over, beg

a head for home

the armchair of adventure’s there

play with, tease it out

a lie and a damned lie

genius is my place

I go there when all home is far

dear and you address it

or come this far in prayer

rumble of the road within

it’s for the cream in the night

you can be with a poem

on the page or in the air

or off

cling to my poem raft, glide

sometimes it’s in you – the poem

was there all along

you only had to wait to wake

the poem would come along

sometimes a poem

is the way to find out

what a poem’s about