Something you heardSomething you heard a thousand timesBut this time you heard it
Author archives: pasdelasbas
Going to take a showerDon’t stop – start smellingThe jasmine is out
Sunt Lacrimae Rerum
for Roger and… He entered these doors a deep sea diver. This day, with the helmet of his bell suit fogged with tears, he told of deciphering, of streams of struggle, the letting of blood, the patience of grief, know-not-I-what-else. That time is fallen? Floored is memory? Ignorance is mercy? At this threshold the pressure …
Walking through the graveyard with everyone and poetry thought comes Automatic Intimate Impelling Then a bee… Unmarked by paths The cluster Of grasses Some railing voice Another’s Message To climb Home You reach the wall Stop And speak Affeared Too late has Meaning now
Caw
Hearing the trickling, stuttering, crickle-crackle magpie I saw you Arranging a twig by your feet Before leaving Flapping to a further tree. Where from the farthest reach of your invisible eye your brother or sister or lover or mother Gently clapped through the branches to a present perch Had I dreamed I was up there? …
Talk about distraction
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Mourning Practice
I thought (no longer fond of thought) to visualise my mother and father. Finding myself surprised there they were on the other side of the kitchen table. I haven’t spoken about it much yet. Certainly not to them. I looked a little closer to see how they were doing. I was afraid. I drink my …
before thought
It startedWith Jazz 15 years old,Walking down Stoney Lane A tune in my head I couldn’t understandWhy Thinking followed Was I thinking and the music moved?Did the Music move my thinking?
What happened?
I took a step Didn’t stumble A moment later I carried on
So far
I am So far From heaven I believe Myself Invincible