Rob Schackne #642 - "In Kodachrome"

In Kodachrome

green I left my keys

make it blue but

magnify the seas

there's no moon

the colour of dreams

Rob Schackne #641 - "One map"

One map

got off

of sound

not place

bounded

the ears

the face

and now

where did

I put it

    
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Kit Kelen #842 - because a world was this way misted

842

because a world was this way misted

and I shone to see

wrongs and woes

by all means

set off

gave it a rest

tomorrow gone

here now

because this world was

wished to be

and only half a guess

expanded and contracted

though rarely so spelled out

gone wrong

set right

careering

like fire off rails

with bushflake's

chance in snow

in heaven the big picnic

all blue because of up

all green with grow about

all of us collecting

sun and moon

and round me forested

things tumbled to me here

and then a penny dropped

because a world was slowly then

and easy does it now

so turn

be facing

leaves fall into this world

dust blows

in orbit all around myself

because a world

was this way misted

and I shone

to see

Kerri Shying R # 446 once a year a fulfilled promise ( for Judy J)

you died   you were the first

cucamelon on the vine  

my always  memory

of everything

going right

once a year  a fulfilled promise

unfailing hot pink spikes

arise inside  the

dinosaur strap leaves 

bromeliads green libraries

 of the world

Rob Schackne #640 - "Lord, all islands must soon learn to fly"

Lord, all islands must soon learn to fly
gold seams and the roots trailing
their water wells and mysteries
like a plumber's bad day at work
we watch it go, the writer's tears
the promises that went desperate
not soon but too soon, my love
sending blessings to ourselves
my love, we said farewell
the birds will teach them
migration, magnetism
the tricks of moving through air
a new faint sound of music
a poetry of another road
they will be invisible

Kit Kelen #841 - we want more

841

we want more

loaves and fishes

life eternal

more truth to set us free

we want more hours in the day

more moments

like this one to share

more quality time

more chocolate

more beer

sturdier scales

a longer tape

more kisses to send us to sleep

more to be stroked

more brimstone to forest

more heaven above

we want more of a good thing

more of too much

we want more dots to join

more of a jolly good guess

a more blissed mist

more blessings

more gold

this one sun was never enough

we want more forgiveness

more redemption

always more to confess

more stretch

more lift

more in the larder

more witches to burn

more to the sword put

we want a longer sentence

more of a raft to cling

life can't be eternal enough

we want there to be more of us

we grow into the job

more light

more time

it's as if we know the dark is still far

but one more push

and I'm in

Kit Kelen #840 - in a pumpkin mist

840

in a pumpkin mist

this silver morning

cooler in the after fall

trees pale sketching

fenceposts for practice

so sing

from a pond

when - wings away -

all eyes lift

with this fright

come insects of another season

and we are otherworldly then

where every flower

speaks to seed

if only we'll let rot

now fire thinks of us

and all the corners call

thin disc to see for it's-not-moon

it's only then we're struck with

to see our works and days

a setting off for up above

where heaven's just

as clouds grow to their own confusion

now all the sun's collected

in a pumpkin patch come blue

Rob Schackne #639 - "Drop it as it falls"

Drop it as it falls
take a picture
grab for colours
red black white green
like a tango heel
a waxing crescent
a blue bicycle
my new camera
one of them skips
slippery as a fish
watch where it goes

James Walton #96 Twice I died

Twice I died

no corridor of light

but a dream of origami

outcrops and seams of burgundy

a heartbeat irregular

seventeen electrode readings

a peace keeping force of medicos

four chambers without doors

once my friend Astrid’s austere father

left a headband in Japanese

from when the farmers

took Tokyo for a day

when I caught up years later

the translated arabesques

in writing still vermillion deep

as a footpad in wood block

spelt out support our cause

that was the future

and I was a child

they all thought had passed

Kit Kelen #839 - when I am elsewhere dreaming

839

when I am elsewhere dreaming

twinkle it star little

here we're all up

you are further than far

sleepy in such distances

among a fall of leaves

and millimeter met

with all the weary track

on the way

but why?

go on

little bird bright wake us

sun be up to tricks

Rob Schackne #638 - "What you smoking?"

I smoke me the
usual chewing gum

(spent poems
lawless
waxing crescent
& etc)

I love me 
an owl and how
the owls love me

please deport 
in a orderley mammer
thank you hotel managment

I take the odd photo

& float on oily waves

I get dizzy around 
the tomato plants

I cut my hair
on international TV

I shower 
in cornflakes
under the
breakfast sun

nema problema

you?

Kit Kelen #838 - in April light last, at sweet potato harvest

838

in April light last

at sweet potato harvest

strange creatures

they are shaped to be

mandrake mad

with cut snake soil

spade lifted them to light

and shall we pot?

I see them in the soup

midwintering for a fire of carbs

least paws were animal at

then the weather turned to stars

night shone in its infinite distance

of always beginning time 

 

Kristen de Kline #198 That cockatoo

on the last mile home

more rain    heavier

a million miles   

away

blue skies

move

all over the lake

the sun

splatters

that cockatoo

screeches

lawlessly

Rob Schackne #637 - "Glass"

Glass 
doorknobs 
in process
the sun 
leaves us 
and returns
the table drums 
with flowers
how it ever 
gets through 
the door what
sun and what
process comes

Kit Kelen #837 - stay up (following K de K)

837

stay up

go with it

never come down

be in the thing with me

you won't find a place to land

like this with night not ending

always there were the pills

leading to jollies

then sad

keep pumping

and turn

give me a go

give the thing attention

that's it

a lazy long

see how far

wing it

straighten up to fly right?

no, I don't so