Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

night vision

were sleep to betray this one night, let us
bob on the lapping shore as
silverdew waves pass on and over

don’t call for slumber.
merely accept when it arrives for you
if you listen to those whom rest is
gentle to

a succession of verbs, punctuated briefly by
breath
[don’t forget to breathe?]
stream on
scoopshaped and numb, awakens to reach
my visceral home

still learning to remember to forget
but can’t keep up this pretense.

Beautiful. Please record a reading of this and post it.

Please?

Thanks Hrishi.

If i did that at the moment, it would possibly sound like a seal coughing mixed with a dog barking. we shall see.

would anyone else want to read it and record it? would anyone listen? …

thisphoto is haunting and I like the flow of the words andthe phrase silverdew waves andthe word scoopshaped

Beautiful

I never forget to breathe.
I just forget to breathe in and then breathe out in regulated order.

[I also stopped breathing at that photograph, but that’s another matter]

Fade it away, or move it forwards.

I never knew a time and a day existed in one scraping of a thought and a sense.

Sleep is a wisty sensation at best and slumber is just a dream.

/writer’s block over.

brilliant image, miles away … gorgeous wor(l)ds …. the ebb and flow in each of us … though in truth i’m always in the top half of the pic … listening …

Ditto ditto. Drawn to the bright lights on the horizon. Scoopshaped indeed.

a *sigh* is returned

home

x

i read this out loud several times last night. xx

thank you everybody…

crafty green poet - you have an interesting name.
doobrie: thank you..but…please take more pictures!
mr. witness: don’t forget to breathe.
andophiroxia: but is it all real?
shell: how does one descend from the sky?
jag: i think they are far-off ships transporting cargo through the night…
colin: …and back again. unhome…
imogen: are you busy staring at seas?

The words and image go together perfectly.