Monday 31 May 2021
Wednesday 26 May 2021
PRIDE COMES BEFORE A FALL (FLOWER OF KENT) by Béatrice Machet
Answering, or rather echoing Kit Kelen's poem #510 -- edge-phobe's (things fall off) ( The DailyKit)
[after an older version posted on 365+1 project ]
PRIDE COMES BEFORE A FALL
It’s no myth. Flower of Kent is an apple. It could have been a name for the Full Moon if Newton had been a poet. Poets, but not only, see attraction as the ability of falling. Thus, call it collision, gravitation, or not, living on earth one must accept that it entails the process of falling. Alive or not, “things” and people fall.
It’s no surprise. It’s always possible. The phenomenon repeats itself billion and more trillion times a day. This rule is said to be universal.
Logs fall and it’s a matter of sleeping.
Breads fall for butter’s sake.
Stones fall which weigh depend on rage rather than decay (-decline -degradation -downturn -disfavor -disgrace … won’t be studied here).
Fallen people may be lying and resting in a tomb—from the French noun tombe itself being derived from a verb: tomber. Meaning to fall. Whatever -diving -stumbling -tripping up or over is performed. Whatever -blow -bomb -imbalance or -shot is the cause. (delete as appropriate).
You fall -at -away -back -behind -below -beneath -between -by -flat -for -from -heads over heels -into -off -on -out -outside -over -prey to -short -through -to -toward -under … -within…
It might concern -hurdle -holes -traps -cracks -stools -wayside -bonds -job -hook -line -sinker -grace -love -heir -heap -line -illness -power -clutches -disuse -place -hands -eyes -clouds -trucks -laps -map -wagon -sword -ground -feet -knees -hard -times -face -bed -favor -spell -bits and -pieces … -floor …
It’s important to have it free.
Never forget: the bigger they come the harder they fall.
Provided you can read I don’t mind this to fall on deaf ears.
Friday 21 May 2021
poem in the fridge (for Sarah)
poem in the
fridge
for Sarah St
Vincent Welch
things opened are in here
the can of worms, the ointment fly
stool samples, acid trips, specimens
all sorts, oh and did I mention dinner?
voice says ‘we are your dead in here’
the feast preserved , slow cultures
cut off from nature
thing that could bite once
‘we go through your guts in time’
each packet bears its epitaph
and one day rise to justice?
dark thoughts when the door is shut
so all we meat must fear
Wednesday 19 May 2021
Tuesday 18 May 2021
This your Life? Or not?
Monday 17 May 2021
Rob Schackne #8 - Insomnia
in this old cottage
above in the rafters
a ceiling of riches
below the floorboards
where it wasn’t buried
they whisper in the wall
it was taken from
some call them ghost
or possums strolling
the length of the house
north to south and back
ask if they’re friendly
the hurt feelings
all in a dream
what do they say
I listen to them chatter
of poison and regrets
it was a gold town
Sunday 16 May 2021
one of these days we'll be discovered
one of these days we will be
discovered
little corner,
too much information
then it
will be as if we were sought
though
that cannot be the case
some
ones will come here to this place
which
isn’t one at all
and ear
to the soil of our saying
one of these days we’ll go through
the wash
come out gospel clean
sleep like babies in there
it will be a small day
smug rounded for glory
some call triumph too
the day of vindication play
like Jesus on the water always was
a bird
like sesamum Buddha
like Bouraq for a Houyhnhnm
and we’ll be Struldbrugs then
it’ll be on POET’S day of course
sometime and soon
with a weekend lovely looming
cheese and chalk
a toffeyed nose
tricks of all along the way –
the cheering we’ll begin!
we’re building our pyramid
inside out, top down
bit of a leap and it’s a pyre too
the universe is closing now
time is almost over
but one of these days we’ll be
discovered
we’re the team coming out on the
pitch
everyone will join in
ring to the echo
we’ll find ourselves of course
first
work out who to be
till then my humble hunch is
it’s safe for us in here