A set of three trippy word jazz pieces, words used for rhythm and meaning...Enjoy!
Trio
quiver perm
swivel surly
surely swivel
little devil
give quiver
to pause
find timbre
render real
subtle substance
non abiding
soul abundance
tangible yet
non residing
non existent
forget before
future relinquish
release and tend
you matter now
enter nowhere
there, there
Supper! … Supper!
Ahhhhhmmmmmmm…mmmmmmmnnnnnnnmmmmmmm?
My Lovee…
Purrrrrrrrrrrr
Purrrrrrrrrrrrr
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Mmmmmmmnnnnnnmmmmmmm…
….. ….. …. .. …..
Oh!
Spring Falls
The golden moss
has strolled these
ancient stolen stones
many weary road worn feet
turning the trees away
from tunnels
wind gusts the
premise of next time
and the maybes
talk amongst themselves
reason longer, longer
maybe this time
like a ONE armed
bandit or a bird
of could be
pull a switcheroo
find the sinking
feel for bottom
let waterfalls flow
come to rapids
rushing heavy
steady sinking
near collapsing
fear implosion
let you go now
in the hammock
always present
ever near you
least expected
arms of surrender
unawares Woman, Man
Love is Away!!!!!!!
So What…
I’ve got
so much what
of peanut butter
goodness
a clean lick
with patience
in timeless
moments
you can count
on me by
the watermelon seeds
I have swallowed and summoned
their fruition
surely one
pendulum
day long sway
up I move
into just the perfect position
here under the microscope Sun
I will bud and flower
just by being here
of course I might burn to a crisp
in the trying process
gradually I’ll grow to respect
and embrace a slight,
even, balanced Tan
You have rendered me
absolutely speechless with this one my dear,
though as you can see,
my fingers have not lost their voice!
You,
are a genius.
a bonefide..
literary genius.
You have one of the most..
unique imaginations
I have ever encountered!
Amazing, what we percieve as real,
but is not really real at all,
or ...
is it?
It's real at that very moment...
I think about such things....
What is real,
what is not,
is this entire exsistence
based on my imagination
or yours?
or theirs?
My thanks to El Jays Nicholas for his insightful comments regarding the three parts. We cannot separate our very self from our art, and in the eyes of my own creation I sometimes see my authentic self...a great treasure about our figurative use of speech.
It speaks to me of always being in the moment, the eternal present. Passing seasons are just ways to experience the now. "Time" and "place" are transient in what one can call the "I in the now." To me, the three poems together represent a kind of mother-father-child trinity. The first segment like the father, the second segment like the mother, the third segment like the child. It certainly evokes the mind to ponder. Wonderful write, Robin. Much love to you....
You have rendered me
absolutely speechless with this one my dear,
though as you can see,
my fingers have not lost their voice!
You,
are a genius.
a bonefide..
literary genius.
You have one of the most..
unique imaginations
I have ever encountered!
Amazing, what we percieve as real,
but is not really real at all,
or ...
is it?
It's real at that very moment...
I think about such things....
What is real,
what is not,
is this entire exsistence
based on my imagination
or yours?
or theirs?