point of view - by
Folded card work
Folded card work
A nocturnal bird, say a nightjar,
/ cocking its head in the silence
/ of a few deflowering trees,
/ witnesses more than we do
/ the parallels.
/ …
The thing about poetry is you have to keep doing it.
People have to keep making it.
The old stuff is no use
Once it’s old.
A visit to the island of Colonsay,
/ Inner Hebrides, April 1987
/
/ There are other lives we might lead, places we might get…
Behind convolvulus and seeding grass
/ we park.
/ We see not one scuff or rip on the Strait
/ to show
/ two thousand years and more…
The human brain, so frail, so perishable, so full of inexhaustible dreams and hungers, burns by power of the leaf.
in the half-light of dusk
/ after the day has prepared
/ hard surfaces for inspection
/ before the night has plunged
/ things back into themselves
/ there is…
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