may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!

Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA

Thursday, February 9, 2012

it is the returning

as to a lover/comfortable embrace
between the covers /whether hard bound or soft whisper
a certain line lingers like perfume/under the border guards
slips past fast sans Passport/lodges within skin
and will not be displaced by anyone or anything.
"Aye-to love! There's the rub!"For a word to the wise
for foolish followers might dissuade lemmings or dinosaurs
to volunteer extinction .Endings are not beginnings.
I visit Pound and Larkin with respect but idleness.
Bible and Shakespeare cerebral pleasures but not love
I seek those pools that fill rooms of emotion as well as thought
engaging attention with a twist of dream-extending eyes into the unseen.
Mist or mysticism?Japanese Buddhism,Chinese Confucianism find forms
I drink them.Frog.Water.Moon.All live!Ponds of attention captured
Imagists succinct precision i admire.Still life Olds/Oliver.
I have sat in Wordsworth's chair and tried to walk his world
I pilgrimaged to Yeat's Tower in Connemarra.Failed.
Return must mean more than a line or two hooked fish
More than moose,bat,kangaroo,snake,inventory.I go back to hear again what i miss-
the spark of vision formed in perfect pearldrops.Singing Sirens ,eternal seas

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