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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. >