readers read and their eyes write
write the writer back
tributary to the river
of their dream
AKH (31st March 2020)
readers read and their eyes write
write the writer back
tributary to the river
of their dream
AKH (31st March 2020)
surely necessary
to turn against
as well as with
within verses
but in all my flowing with
all our flowing with
surely cannot be
the conclusion
AKH (31st March 2020)
humbled in soul break
pray, pray now
as i should anyway
first in thanks for life
any wordless poetry
granted there, anon.
moments’ blessings
living well
in harmony
an orchard to tend,
faithful,
apples come
when seasons bring them
A. H / K. H-H (6th March 2020)
read the whole post for some introduction
you know all that ‘poetry is all the right words, just the right words, in the right order’ stuff well, who would argue with that? but, i was thinking – partly as i’ve been reading Rumi, and partly from my own, very occasional experience — and hey, maybe this defines my limits thus far as…
before i write off all other expressions as tropes
and with that what else?
examples of the great misunderstanding
words just words no matter of their roots
and though i may seem to do just so myself
accidentally opinionated on high
despite a hidden lifetime avoiding this
would someone,
gently,
lovingly perhaps,
touch me
K. H-H / A. H (11th May 2019)
Oh Word, protect me from the words
of those so sure of your sense
to claim their limited vocabulary
your State, not the great unboundariedness
A. H / K. H-H (4 February 2019)
unable to speak
to the fullness in everything
he fell into speech
as though his needed roughness
excused our highest duty, love
as though others understood
A. H (24th December 2018
I was thinking about old poems that I never felt got to where they could, or never satisfied me somehow, and how it is wrong to assume they never will or will never have bits used elsewhere – and that reminded me how it is also wrong of me to assume that any of my…
at an edge of language the end of its path a flat earth fall off into black i reach out, desperate for a hand to grasp pull me close, embrace let me bury my face in a soft scented neck no, not at this edge not yet, not ever gasping thread airs learning the light…
how strange
do i find myself, always,
looking for certainty
in a word
A. H / K. H-H (30 August 2018)
it is the words we use
that are wrong
– there you go
it is the uses we word
that are gone
– wrong again
. . .
words don’t mean a thing
without the heart that moves them
knowing when not to
A. H / K. H-H (10 June 2018)
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