Kit Kelen #1065 - three for the tip of the tongue

1065

three for the tip of the tongue

close to the word

under the blanket of all is

and so we are as well

lit every way

the one consisting of others, of many

in certain stretches sung

or do we commit ourselves to paint ?

you can just about smell it

like the rose to the nose

and then gone

some days

almost in it

the word is work

and with

and is

stands as tall as me

toe to toe

then back to back

at paces

turns

and

do you ever see

the arrow between

?

a hint

this under the word

overnight web

morning walks through

under this word

another

above our heads

how to spell?

it's like this

one climbs over another

the ladder falls away behind

you won't even need a carpet up there

pillow on a cloud

all around

wise sayings

great comfort

just to be home

word alive yet

under a world

and so many heavens

all

on the tip

of the tongue

before the word

was singing

that was the wind

we were told

music was in us

has to have been

everything was just in the making

no one said a thing

before we were thought of

a stretch

to fit

all the world in

the web of it all

dust and light

we were all surely meant to begin?

wait for the word

somebody said

tell the truth

it's all inside

though that was scarcely possible

and then we were away

imagine the first word

on its toes

what yelping yawp

ready and set

that supreme effort

has to have been mere nonsense

still

more meaning than anything since

a writer lives on the tip of the tongue

then out of nowhere

pages

a crowd

and all of my friends

wombat and possum

platupus streaming

all the air in arcs of song

sometimes comes like laughter in fits

or sneeze

and you've said so

not even knowing how much we won't know

but it's by this way we're making

those who are gone

are with us in words

each every one to its season

a given land

a promise

in love

in war

all cats' pyjamas

and will I be struck from the record​?

hours creep up on them

some words stand and test us

with remembering

settled in the bottom of the cup

will you read?

will you lie in my arms?

will I in yours?

and in one word

surrender