“Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your foot soles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.
I’m no more your mother
Than the cloud that distils a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand.
All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.
One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.” by Sylvia Plath
Sighted! Righted to view the shadows’ tuck within surfaces and specters and secret spirits in mirrored swirls of stellar light and lighted night. Is it true that if we build a shelving unit created with shelves structurally made to sustain heavier weights than the object we just purchased, should we avoid putting the object on that unit? Is a waste of strength practical? Earth is around (4.03 +/-) billion years old. Since initiating moment how extensively has our Mother Ship journeyed? Voluminous narratives have begun and ended. Conceptions constructed and inventions innovated. Dispositions devastated and creations confounded. And! Always life simple and vivacious and confidently dynamic. Awareness ascending and realization’s reputation is regularly rearranged as required. Senses appreciate countless choices. Dawn’s calm minus bend and sans movement of the gentlest woodland sprays offer delight.
Higher than the tallest mountains, impressive birds descending from the outermost sky reaches our rain-soaked shoreline in the here and in the now. In a domain occupied by fantastic fowl, to surround yourself with tall folks and well-built large houses is a “good thing”. Thoughts clear and precise. Additional editorialization and quantification if necessary, allowed when thoughts become translated into the fashions of truth or fiction both substantial and ethereal.
It is Ok! When scented moments mind trick memories through start-stop and pause-causes light-years ago to change to present places and races to mind front and almost touch-tease slight, flight-of-forms to know love-touch-spirit twirl. When love is mind’s eye strong and after-kisses taste, last longer when form-is-warm and need less than want is long and lingers until night cease-crease softens into sleep-sweet. Remember?
Taste of you in mind rhyme our time and ever-dream moments deep twilight keep and never-ever traces of endless touch no rush just together ‘us’ and the harmony of ‘We’ remembered. Walk and talk and now us; hand reached, and fingers clasped inside near Needles Park, and beneath Bent Bridge’s dark hedge and ridge where green grass gone brown cooled, and the waves below lake shine bounce moonlight.
Stop and later measure and scatter across accepting simplicity and the variances in relativity, either linguistically determined or silenced by downpour louder then those gentle beginnings, the whispers of fire-fly wings and lighting with no sound. Wait! Eyes tightly closed and heed thunder rolling across separated skies as unseen flashes knight the ocean’s night, and crashes boom into those silent spaces between raindrops and life. Science eternally dances with superstition. Once or often either momentarily wins, something-of-else or another choice-to-follow toward those crossroads that matter. Chances to spark and destiny always flirts with other up-and-about perhaps. Real Sea we will see and another and another of water-ships and places far away.
“If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget”! by Rudyard Kipling
This is here and between landings by another beach reach as quickly discovered then thrown away. Dragging the lines of surf’s fall and rise as waves dash high into moonless sky and crash along miles of sand and shoreline. Sea inhale and exhale and breathe again and time marks nothing when endless and everlasting. We are animals and fish and birds and reptiles and trees and flowers and skies and moons and suns and stars and planets across many miles inside universes of many smiles.
Forget to breathe. Fog horns groan and moan within cones of hearing on evenings rare without fog or mist. Held inside, air rushes into throat and through nose and mouth. Sea odor and eyes tear. Bridge time is fine and darkness safe. Search Sea! The Line shifts tighter to shore and ships disappear.
The share of poet-touch and story-spin and exile’s faith and disaster’s private pain; as speech native fails creative spirit, and often maims creature-speak and confuses the never-place-of-everywhere.
And! Beautiful you are…
hi Philip! Greetings from Italy!
Hi and thanks…Hope your family and you are well!
Wishing you a wonderful weekend…
It’s 4.65 billion years, and you’d think we’d know how to put up shelves by now. I got the right weight, but I put them up crooked.
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