Monday, July 19, 2010

I stand before this view

I stand before this view

The only trips I ever take
No drug, no acid dropped
But let me stand before this view
Watch the light grow mellow
Kindness of evening tiptoeing over the fields
This patch sunflowers yellow yellow
Glowing as the spot lights
Fake modest, though they whisper
Loud in unison
Check us out, come on
Admit you’re stunned
We dazzle and outrage
Too gorgeous, queens
Preening, arrayed for carnival
Whilst others daily dress
Quakerly in buff, corn cut
Or dark cypress stood single
And sentinels in rows.
Sweep slowly sunlight highlight
Till colour’s all but gone
Then watch the moon
Just over half, a vodka lemon slice
Rise rise in lapis
Precious shining blue
Now feel my head take flight
The only trips I ever take
I stand before this view
20th July 2010, Hounoux

3 comments:

  1. What a great trip it is too!
    Could be a painting????

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  2. Great start to the day before I go to work Sally, Ta x x

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  3. From an email sent by Pam

    Oh Sally, just read your poem!!!!!!!!!!! How strange, when I was just thinking about your view. Delightful poem too. Could you think about having one or two of your poems about India done for the exhibition? Do you know anyone who does calligraphy? We could frame it and put in auction . I really do think your poetry is quite remarkable. Maybe it’s because I know you and the stories behind many of them but they do absolutely speak to me. They should be published in my humble opinion!

    And just how encouraging is that for me?!!!

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