Sunday, 4 May 2014

Rain on the pane, bluish transparent worms



Rain on the pane, bluish transparent worms
Bowl of cropped grass, mountain ash on the ridge;
Full orange berry, Zen-like leaves, twists, turns.

Paired-down, sharp simplicity, crowns of thorns.
We set out for the School House, cross the bridge,
Rain on the pane, bluish transparent worms.

Windows all boarded, no happy returns
Strands of webs, hollow blue-bottle wreckage
Full orange berry, Zen-like leaves, twists, turns.

Spider-shawls shroud the flames in the lanterns
The lamp of your memory, after-image.
Rain on the pane, bluish transparent worms.

Shadows, water, ever-changing patterns
Glued-on leaves, gelid plasma foliage,
Full orange berry, Zen-like leaves, twists, turns.

Sit here now: wait for the riders' return.
The hooves of the horses, the storm’s voltage.
Rain on the pane, bluish transparent worms.
Full orange berry, Zen-like leaves, twists, turns.

4 comments:

  1. I have grappled with this problem all day. I see what you mean. But blue would leave me one syllable short of a full load.

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  2. I associated "pain" and "vein" entirely separate from this interesting and vivid poem--do not take my comments seriously--of course. Looking at this again I see how lively this is with orange and bowl and flame and bridge.

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    1. Thanks, Susan. Serious or otherwise, always nice to hear from you.

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