I like what this says Arthur - and, even more, what it doesn't say! It
alludes, it hints, it brings improbables together in ways I don't want to,
can't, disconnect.
"wrestles/ a tussle of worm free." isn't how I would say it but I hear the
music of why you've phrased it like this. I can hear the music almost as
strong with the words "wrestles a tusseling worm free" - and I sort of feel
the tusseling a little bit more at the start - and the "worm free" part of
the phrase still sounds clear...
But it's a fine poem!
Bob
>From: arthur seeley <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New sub: Blue Room 7-30am
>Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 17:33:15 +0100
>
>Blue Room 7-30am
>
>Books are illuminated
>by slants of early sunlight
>where dust motes spin
>like stars in the vast beam of chaos.
>
>Only sort papers on the polished table
>and constellations collide.
>
>A blackbird on the lawn
>listens to the earth turning,
>beak seeks, strikes, spears and wrestles
>a tussle of worm free.
>
>The perfume of hyacinths pervade.
>
>Adjusting my glasses to read
>the morning’s words
>my eyes flicker back and forth,
>fingers dart and stab at keys.
>
>I sigh distance and decades away
>and galaxies gyre.
>
>A paper, an unfinished ordering of words,
>sense channering away inside,
>is tossed upon the pile
>and universes upheave.
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