Some calculations slow the blur
of days slewing crazily, hiccuped with crisis,
overworked evenings roaring down in freewheel
to tired morning stairs;
so,
gentling voice, hieroglyphically caring,
riding the riddles in wave-paths,
barring the pilot's choice,
as dazzle broken by ominous and interfering foam,
advise the tacit futures in our jagged past,
the roads we make that dance us,
roads made over roads made over roads -
a botched mache
pecked at by birds so wild
that these words disturb them,
or pummelled by rain -
dinting memories
read for the first time in a scented gloom.
YOU ARE READING
Tapestries
PoetryPoems from 1978 onwards. These poems are in a different style from the later MajorSeventh, the earlier ones often with more of an Eastern-influenced cadence. Later, they vary a lot in form and style.
