Saturday, December 22, 2018

Kit Kelen #1087 - 5 o'clock, summer


1087
5 o'clock, summer

the gathering hour

past tea
and towards it

in the between-years
of resolution

with some magic solstice dust yet
and out for life's little ironies

senryu for instance –

the fan in the toilet
is not operational
while it is being installed

christmas round the corner
you're goose de foie gras

look how we dry out with summer
come down in buckets too

growl of all-was
in it of course

when lines arrive
and sing my round

afoot, all after them

and earlier was
the hobbit's breakfast
which is to say
just twice

this is so-far summer in a storm

you think an idle boast?

when you coo-ee
up high on a hill
will that be a haiku too?

no, not unless a breeze blew
and nobody's there

you'll have to lose that rhyme as well

and on my rounds so much to sit
though paths are growing in

whose silk stocking scat is that?

let's work to the attention span in common

wherever I have left my hat – laughter

follow with kiss, cuddle
let her majesty know

stretch as if
by order of the obvious

scribble
scratch
dribble
call such moments art

it's all from five on

pondishly full
of what you can't see
the dim life under
and all above
reflected in

radiant
glow with the word
and round we go again

love to be naked amongst it
for my own benefit of course

plant when it's warm enough
and it's going to rain
this is the secret I carry to the grave

it could be raining now

summer I puddle in

who hasn't thought up the other life?
as possum or wombat or bandicoot

a wallaby's feminine paws

deep delve
and again
over the heavens

out of thin air
imagine

up to whose old tricks again
a little leaf strewn even

and sometimes sing
or simply swim
then you are summer too

there's so much daylight saved here
clocks have wandered off

so out of the zone
by the box
come up indoors
and dinner too

I, old sock
and now discarded
take season's greetings
from all the sensible about

the snifter draws me on

reader by now I hope you will see

there isn't the time to be myself
there isn't time at all

1 comment:

  1. isn't that the shade talking?
    I don't know how it works, well it's the stream I guess, I can read that straight up from the last line to the first, and it works brilliantly, again!

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