I've been in a creative slump recently (too much other daily stuff to do) so
I tried forcing a thought or two on to paper. Then I remembered the Dream
Song 5/5/3 x 3 pattern, and twisted and turned it to fit that - with the
rhyme scheme a little skew-whiff (spl?). Anyway, here it is in place of a
snap: I'm still fiddling with it, so all comments welcome. aNDREW
'Do you remember desperate times?'
he asked, my friend, over coffee. Between
words hollow rang my tongue
like Saint Mary's cathedral bell, then as
now. 'These days we're just words away from death …'
wrote Adamson to Creeley.
Rings a simpatico bell, there to share.
'I am adjustable,' say shorts on their
monologic care tag.
All day, so much speech, so little meaning,
parallelisms on rhetorical
bars. Hear: here I play my
lexicon outfit, constructing, no blue
print but breath and tongue to whistle for you.
I rattle my bonebag,
rhythm sticks on didgeridoo,
silver fork and knife on barbecue.
Pages face silently.
--
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
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