Hockey Pome

Mine's a workaday thought, bound by matter.
When I close my eyes, I see it rise above the various pros and trons, electras and newts,
Winged, like all those
Higher Beings
I see pictures of, when I have a moment away from
Tidying Up.

All this order, and disorder....tidy, tidy tidy.
The rain broom sweeps the dust particles and glinted motes in the sunlight,
A reminder of the wondrous Moments, breathed into
When the matter took shape,
And Mattered.

Maybe the bees are confused, lately;
Gentle, cheery, ardent, focused:
A lot of things die when their example isn't followed.....
Joy, surprises, thoughtfulness, humour, steely possibles....Hope.....
All waiting.
It's different from constantly being
Benched.

D. Nevills
21June16

Of Cheese and Wine and Love

Oh, if this dirt could blow a carbon image of dream's imagining,
Then I might curve around, star-like
A universe contained in the eyes
of
Undiscovered, known.

Woulds't thou see, in elements undetermined, form, and fan, and fly,
Amidst the shifting winds of Time?
These shells.....these shells we inhabit - these gifts of function -
Permit us to share Each Other.
In the doing, when our minds are allowed - oh, such Brevity, Darling Mine! -
Circumference completion.

There is no other explanation.
 In the circle's half, hands hold face, embrace,
Ignite
Find, Speak, Caress, Weep, Speak Again, Moan Lost Years,
Mature, Regress, Scream Moments Gone,
Embrace the Griefs of Other,
Comfort, Wish Pain Gone....and
Love.

As years pass, the vessels are imperfect, but
We see, as years ago, the beauty and fire that
Ignited the
Joining of spirit and Ardour
In a world of
Only Briefly,
and it is
Enough,
Beautifully.

Circles and Halves

I wonder why Picasso called it
"Girl in a Mirror".

did he miss his breasts, or just wonder why they were missing?

did he just want to understand why no one would probably have bothered
to look at the painting if he'd called it

Self portrait of the surgically removed? having

denuded himself of his

feminine side, he needed to

pencil in all of the

internal organs

After all, it completed the

Hymn to the

Silence.