Archives for posts with tag: fleeting pixel no. 907

Stated back into consideration | Like reports on riders and fallers | angled into a plane of sunlight | the smoke herded and corralled | memories left on the shore | The sea must come

Young, aspiring ghosts | and a diagram with laurel | then crowds | of anonymous ghosts | then old ghosts, the old | ghosts of the young | Like opening the wrong app | and finding a map instead of an image | say, of Idaho | And the moon old, and the bones | of animals which evolved | into horses | Associated | onwards into the foam | the old waves | with the new sway | Her dress, with apricots | His tie, with a loosened | knot | The grand pause | before the lost | delay | her mouth | still fresh on the royal | on the rolling | speak, again, for the first time, the old | words in the old way | By the side | a report | on riders and fallers


from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)
(this poem, April 2016)

Stated back into consideration | Like reports on riders and fallers | angled into a plane of sunlight | the smoke herded and coralled | memories left on the shore | The sea must come

Young, aspiring ghosts | and a diagram with laurel | then crowds | of anonymous ghosts | then old ghosts, the old | ghosts of the young | Like opening the wrong app | and finding a map instead of an image | say, of Idaho | And the moon old, and the bones | of animals which evolved | into horses | Associated | onwards into the foam | the old waves | with the new sway | Her dress, with apricots | His tie, with a loosened | knot | The grand pause | before the lost | delay | her mouth | still fresh on the royal | on the rolling | speak, again, for the first time, the old | words in the old way | By the side | a report | on riders and fallers

 


from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)