Here a blackbird
stitches the sky and trees together
in a patchwork quilt
of sound
using a note
for a needle
creating a tableau
that includes
you & me
both
stitched into Time
by its song.
You lost in
concentration
as the drawing
flows from your hand.
I reading & re-reading
Man Ray
smiling at the joy of his inventiveness
how discarded
clothes hangers
become
(in his hands)
a flock of wooden birds
that clatter away
to the horizon of his imagination.
I pour myself
the coldest Cava
cradled
in my glass
as at once
two spectrums
born of
that second
chase each other
all over the page
dancing in their rainbow
watery flames
lighting up
the words
MIROIR A MOURIR DE RIRE
(MIRROR TO DIE LAUGHING BY)
& yes (I think)
if taken thus
I could be half in love
with easeful Death
holding in his bony hand
(these reflections)
the lost last piece
of the jigsaw
that was us.
And look...look!
The blackbird
puts the final stitch
in its tapestry.
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This was written today on this gloriously sunny Sunday
as both sun and blackbirds dominated the garden.
All we could do was draw and think and sweat and philosophise a bit.
The sun put me in mind of our lovely time together in Positano last summer and this little memory strayed onto the page and found itself wound up in a Tanka.
*******
PRAY FOR US SINNERS
A praying mantis
appears...& appears...to pray
(in another world)
at the church of your left shoe
the white waves of your panties.
*******
And then one tender little kiss led to another and...and...well!
******
NOW LOOK HERE!
Your mouth
gazed at me
imagining the kisses
that were
about
to
be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
:) The blackbird puts the final stitch in its tapestry. :) sweet animated piece