spotlit poems . . . daymare / daydream

daymare

world is ever as it was will be
world was ever as it will be is
world will be ever as it was is

world will be ever as it is was
world was ever as it is will be
world is ever as it will be was

daydream

yet still we hope . . . dream

as it ever was . . . ages countless kisses deep
as it ever is . . . new peak of three year olds’ dreams
at it ever will be . . . drinking tears

one day we will be free
free to let ourselves to be
understand wrong is close
still free dream
whoever you may be

really

K. H-H / A. H (27th September & 19th October 2019)

blog birthday

a short review of two years of blogging and a new poem

read on here –

response

readers read and their eyes write
write the writer back
tributary to the river
of their dream

AKH (31st March 2020)

spotlight on . . . grace

“the experience of being delivered from experience”, Martin Luther

a figure awaiting her own sculptress
to deliver her from stone retreat
knows a dream – sun marbled skin uncovered
ease of limbs free to be observed
simply present, still, in every moment
truth ringing through her pose

A. H / K.H-H (7th November 2019)

originally posted at https://ablindcatchinthesun.wordpress.com/2019/11/09/grace/

dream healing

is there no escape
sucked into reason’s vortex
whirled by a prose world
i spit shadow stone tablets
until sense breathes tear-gasped formless
grace-fallen process
word-ditch ignorant gone

walking

cloud moulded rain dried peasant
ramblewide parishbound
leaflit gold as klimt
rich as a breeze on the meaning of seasons
pass pilgrim pass
to harmony

K. H-H / A. H (22nd November 2019)

spotlight on . . . saturation

sodden on word-seas
leaf storm tossed in forest deep
dream diluted dream
rest here breathe beneath this tree
drown leaf-maiden in your deeps

(c) A. H / K. H-H (28 May 2018)

grace

a figure awaiting her own sculptress
to deliver her from stone retreat
knows a dream – sun marbled skin uncovered
ease of limbs free to be observed
simply present, still, in every moment
truth ringing through her pose

A. H / K.H-H (7th November 2019)

Instead of just gushing, as sometimes I do (for good and bad reasons), I picked a theme and tried to write seriously as I can, an ear to metre and coherence.

I learned this year that Martin Luther described Grace as “the experience of being delivered from experience”. It’s one of the reasons I wrote this.

daydream

yet still we hope . . . dream

as it ever was . . . ages countless kisses deep
as it ever is . . . new peak of three year olds’ dreams
at it ever will be . . . drinking tears

one day we will be free
free to let ourselves to be
understand wrong is close
still free dream
whoever you may be

really

K. H-H / A. H (19th October 2019)

Stream Song (v. ii)

a weeping heart sinks toward water
in low levelling finds her kin
a stream she dreams sat by singing
rill harmonies of tears gush seaward
from all her dripping siblings, trampled

A. H / K.H-H (17th April & 29th June 2019)

Cairn, 2019: Untitled i (’19)

a doctor’s rose in foreign ground
wintering harshness in a folded lair
all past crowned summers gone
cut back almost into root
transplanted, grafted, remembering
her dream of pink, his Albertine

Stream Song

a weeping heart, drawn toward water
dreams of a stream singing back
rill harmonies tears gushing seawards
from all her hidden siblings, trampled

A. H / K. H-H (17th April 2019)

Dream and Concrete

the concrete world eats our dreams
spits them out to bring them forth
in regulations
poor approximations
straight lines and functions
missing the magic of how they morph
unpindownable
never just what we’re certain of
nightmare’s too

Continued here

one day they may tax waking

one day they may tax waking
from dreams they’ve already stolen

tolls only hide
cannot threaten
paradise

A. H / K. H-H (16th August 2018)

saturation

sodden on word-seas
leaf storm tossed in forest deep
dream diluted dream
rest here breathe beneath one tree
drown leaf-maiden in your deeps

(c) A. H / K. H-H (28 May 2018)

tell me when

tell me when
just when
social masks
aren’t needed

tell me when
just when
the wind in the grass
is heeded

(c) A. H / K. H-H (21/5/18)

Summer’s Damp Height

summer’s damp height, grey
dream garden beauty drips, green
my lone ghost drifts, home

© A. H (2018)

Bourne

(after the films)

some unholy myth of achievement
rat champion of every maze
we wish you well in your bereavement
reborn we know our loss of face

continued here . . .