Radio Poem by Michael Maxwell Steer

We receive by Radio
Where it comes from noone knows
Soundwavesthoughts& distant echoes
Jumbled broke timeless codes.

Awaybeyond
A pulsing beacon
Storms the sky
With Earth's dark energy:

It threatens me as I approach
Thru this bracken-snapping wood.

(Hypnotically I read your message
The night poles cross
The contacts crackle
Your frequency is close to mine dear
But theyll never synchronise.)

Our songs attack each other in the air
Blend in counterpoint
Then fall apart as phases change:
I watch intently in the window
See you speaking to the dials
Your voice turns green as you weave the spell.



I receive by Radio
The ocean's roarthe child's voice
Imperatives I cannot follow
Jingles that decline to noise.

And over all
The sky grows lonely
As you chant
Your earth's lament:

I may not even hum the chorus
Tho I know the verse by heart.

Gray green seas divide us
Now and forever
But sometimes my radio picks up your beam.

(Alone in the singing wood
You weave the silver cord
That spans the globe
And encircles my heart.)

I call out my love to the radio-less rocks
Where the sky dancers grumble
And the world's roof comes tumbling down


But all that I hear
Is the sound of the airwaves
Like a gong stroke
Whose echoes recede in my mind.


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