A new year tour-de-force, Max, bounding with optimism. Well done.
Bill
> On 1 Jan 2014, at 10:37 am, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> My next poem
>
> takes off from the park like a silent
> helicopter lifting rapidly
> to intoxicating heights
> or a balloon under sure control -
>
> away with adjectival
> ballast! higher than kites,
> readers freed with me from
> burdensome selves - weightless -
>
> and I, afflatus harnessed
> to brain-basket's unforeseen
> neuroplastic capacity -
> no? - adjectives still deeply
>
> problematical - can't they be
> punctured and drained?
> we're slewing badly in
> erratic cross-draughts -
>
> shouldn't nature be on side
> after all this homage we paid?
> all part of the joy-ride!
> believe me? I insist -
>
> list our benefits
> perpendicular perspectives
> pan-Pacific panoramas
> swooping on all the images
>
> ever dreamed of and more
> from Gooligulch
> to the Galapagos
> and everywhere Googlable
>
> images not just free floating
> but in the service
> of rarest intuition
> and connectedness
>
> metaphor mightily
> meaningfully
> metaphysical
> melding weathers
>
> outer and inner.
> Watch out! above loom
> thunderclouds verging
> on thunderboltclapping
>
> and in this basket
> deep detonations
> of discovery - what beats
> in me beats in you.
>
> The truest poetry
> is the most niftily
> aeronautical most
> meteorological
>
> and lands you back again
> refreshed in body-mind
> in the park near home where
> so recently you began.
>
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