Showing posts from October, 2011

177 Miracles; no, I didn't know the cat's arse was significant either..

161 As the ground thaws Wreathed fragments of Mist materialises In the dips of slopes
162 In the hospital bed Prioritising continues A list of things to live for A list of names
163 Out of all the morphine Phantasmagoria, the most fantastic Thoughts from the future Are recovery and love
164 Mist multiplies in substantial slabs Bounces back headlights makes The air turn thickly white The edges of the road are gone
165 Road-kill slouched At the verge, skin rolling with Revolting gorging chomping Revelling maggots
166 Foam-white wave tops fling inland Into visibility, joyous and dramatic Just for the love of it Spattering froth across tide-lines
167 A squirt of light alerts the fish Barely enough to reflect their silver Sided hustling for food In the wave-churned kelp
168 Seaweed bumps with fish Faint glint of silver and Electric pulses make A shark’s clock tick
169 Beautifully designed beast

160 quirky moments caught in my virtual ink

148 From the kitchen a memory spell Of scents trickles upwards Honeymoon musings of candle wax Lime zest, fresh coriander
149 Sleep and recollections splice Warm rain falls knee deep Flip flops float off, pagoda roof Cuts a wake through the water
150 Cut to drinking coconut On a boat, the boat has Eyes painted on the prow And legs, amphibious legs
151 Aware that she is dreaming She takes the reins of the walking boat Steers it to a mountain hideout Takes a swim in the clear lake
152 Not every house has Two kitchens, this house is Bolted together like Frankenstein’s Monster, uniquely clumsy
153 Surfaces meet at odd angles Some of this house seems to have Been drawn by a child In cheerful inaccurate crayons
154 Cloud cover differentiates, slightly Lighter than the background Night sky, barely perceptible Perpetual flux
155 Under cloud cover the air Temperature warms, enough to Disperse the forming frost The washing line unbobbles in drips
156 Morning is forming, cell by cell The dawn is created. From the Dark the day evolv…

147 miracles (includes slug toothpaste & arachnid sushi)

1,000 Miracles in One Day Project Update

I have had the experience of running, barefoot, over a very fat slug and it did go pop. Also our dog relishes fresh spider, and I am suspicious of what the rats are up to in the back-kitchen roof space. At an average of 41.66 miracles per hour, this post brings me to nearly 4am. 

Queasy pop underfoot
Unlucky tube of slug is
Squeezed from life
Like accidental toothpaste

Starlit unshod sanguine walking
Juxtaposed by sliding in
Slug-guts, shouldn’t be funny but
Tragicomic giggles come

Last breaths are coming, in
The quiet bed, and the last
Nostalgias; dreams are thought of
Integral parts of the whole

Spider sidles, eight feet tapping
On the laminate floor, terminated
By the inquisitive dog and her
Arachnid sushi snack habit 

This is an uncomplicated hour 
To drift away, in a graceful turn of 
Diurnal tide, into the fluid
Calm catharsis of night

Beyond questioning, like reverse
Birthing, the past, the future
Cannot be thought of, only
This present s…

127 miracles in: 3am car crash

1000 Miracles In One Day

My brief to myself was to find the moments when something wonderful is happening (if you are looking at it correctly.) More specifically, the moment that can make you aware of wonder, even if it isn't a comfortable feeling, hence the inclusion here of a car accident. The moment itself is usually calm and appreciative, hence a verse also on how easy it is to boil a kettle. 

Steam from the kettle spout
Escalates, there are numerous
Reasons not to find sleep
And equating routes to remedy

Because the night obscures
It is a blindfold, because it 
Hides things it is devious
In degrees, from imp to demon

Tapping fingers while the
Soothing drink cools in the
Abysmal dreary hours 
Steam rises and takes a bow 

For this infusion, water 
Surges from tap into kettle
The light flicks off when
The water is boiled

Steam and the flickering 
Of the digital clock-face
Duet. No other illumination
Or entertainment is required

On the beach, no luminosity 
Only from the sound 

99 and don't judge the drunk

Sad, but the dog fart lightens the mood. 

Night terrors have had the run of
The house, churning up dust and
Dirt, they leave echoes of
Laughing and chaotic footprints

The dog wakes, she 
Stretches, farts, her face 
Curves like smiling, she
Settles back to sleep

This last night in the old
House, memories, bright
Ghosts, walk through from
Room to room

When we leave these
Visitations of our histories
Are not forgotten, we simply
Will not live amongst them 

The new house, until now, viewed 
By day, the creaks and clanks
Of its night-sounds are 
Intimate revelations

Blandly painted, everywhere
Safe beige, tomorrow
Colour invades, brings some 
Guts to the bone shades

A slumped man in a doorway stirs
He remembers that he should have
Gone home, his trousers are cold
And wet, he hopes its beer

An arm stretched out to follow
The wall, the stumbling drunk man
Can walk, his hands and feet
Know where he lives

He knows he knows where
He is going only none of it
Is recognisable, he pats a dog
Made of brick, …

75 miracles logged; return of the odd sock pile & a vivid nightmare

Recognising a fear definitely counts as a miracle. Fear makes you appreciate life,  knowing what you fear helps you know yourself etc. 
And no one should ever underestimate the importance of socks. 

Laid like pulled teeth
In fields, straw monoliths 
Celebrate transition
Summer crop winter fodder 

Along the pavement shines
Islands of mirrored light
Rainwater pools in uneven
Corners of wonky slabs

In each reflective surface 
An upside-down lamppost
It is an image, a visual
Echo, bouncing back

Under tarmac, under earth
Deeper, geological dramas
The rock is boiling
Pushing at plate boundaries

Tectonics are beyond control
At the fault-lines, minerals, metals
Water, volcanoes bubble up
The gods and monsters of geology

Night rests above, not across
All of Earth, there is not enough
To go around, we share 
Day and night in rotation

In the cloak of sleep, fears
Are smuggled in, revealing
Points of weakness as we 
Wake to check the breech

In sleep, destinies are
Settled in or driven out
Dreams can soli…