Thursday, 27 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
Shoulders from the depths
Instinct signals time for
Breakfast

170
No-one has ever heard
The cat fart, even at her
Most relaxed, draped around her
Wicker basket, chin up, eyes shut

171
The edges of things
Lighten first; wispy outline
Of clouds above mist
In a pre-emptive sky

172
Regular places my dreams like
To visit include a mountain
Cave above a lake
A boat is moored waiting

173
Odd memories my dreams
Will ponder include unusual
Road-kill; a pregnant wild boar
Her unborn young scattered nearby

174
Mesmerised by the oddity, we
Went back to look at the corpse
Vultures came, the maggots
Did not have time to hatch

175
Death comes back and back
Repeat visits, in dreams, at the
Verges of roads, it is trying
To lead me somewhere

176
And in this hour before the dawn
I see into the darkness and I see
The balance, the interplay
The stillness as we spin through space

177
And as I dream I love and learn
My intuition rolls like flotsam
My soul can travel and my veracity
Holds firmer than the cat’s arse

Sunday, 23 October 2011

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 evolves, grows
Legs, lungs, opposable thumb

157
Heartbeat the size of
A thumbnail, this life is
Not ready, tiny brave heart-thumps
Fingers like fronds of sea anemone

158
Hope in the dark, prayers
Even acceptance to let him go
He sleeps, he breathes
The incubator keeps him safe

159
It is feasible that amino acids
Arrived on Earth from the
Melting water content of a
Glancing chance-met comet

160
Clouds have no DNA, the
Echo of form is pure chance
A quirk of water
Molecules variable density 

Wednesday, 19 October 2011

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. 


128.
Queasy pop underfoot
Unlucky tube of slug is
Squeezed from life
Like accidental toothpaste

129.
Starlit unshod sanguine walking
Juxtaposed by sliding in
Slug-guts, shouldn’t be funny but
Tragicomic giggles come


130.
Last breaths are coming, in
The quiet bed, and the last
Nostalgias; dreams are thought of
Integral parts of the whole


131.
Spider sidles, eight feet tapping
On the laminate floor, terminated
By the inquisitive dog and her
Arachnid sushi snack habit 


132.
This is an uncomplicated hour 
To drift away, in a graceful turn of 
Diurnal tide, into the fluid
Calm catharsis of night


133.
Beyond questioning, like reverse
Birthing, the past, the future
Cannot be thought of, only
This present sensation, fading


134.
Shadows begin, this is the early 
Start of day. Light dilutes darkness
Shade by demi-shade
Shadows begin, shape by shape


135.
Birds detect light, one measure
Of light to 1,000,000 of dark
Swiftly bustling into business in
The complicated language of birds


136.
Another key, another door
Opens, shoes dropped under
The coat rack, dirty aching feet 
Bathe under a warm tap


137.
These feet have danced for
Hours, day after week after
Month after year, they love
This rhythm of dance, walk, rest


138.
Sticky steamed silk is peeled 
Free, tired body flops 
On supple covers, closes 
Eyes, drifts back to the dance


139
Inside the ambulance is
Shiny, attentive, distracting
The cupboards are neatly
Built in, it all fits


140
Still life in the fridge; plucked
Chicken, scrubbed potatoes
Brown onions, pale parsnips 
A bundle of bright carrots 


141
Three levels of four tubs, 2 by 2
Fill the well of the chest freezer
Twenty-four gallons of windfalls
Catalysed by -20 degrees Celsius


142
It is always dark in the jam cupboard
The end cupboard of the ornate sideboard
In the dining room. On opening, layers of
Glossy jars reflect rows of silhouettes


143
Tidied rain-damp lumps of
Wood-scraps, in the fire-pit, are
Traversed by snails, they paint
Wet ribbons in frost 


144
Curious head on a foot, that
Resides in a spiralled shell, the 
Gastropod mollusc tilts its 
Eye-horns as it crosses bark

145
Nocturnal mouse has the 
Basic rodent schedule in mind
Feed, defecate, evade predation
Chew stuff, procreate, sleep, repeat


146
Rats hang out in the back-kitchen
Roof-space, it’s like a clubhouse
For rats, to come and plan the
Next elaborate heist


147
Cat’s paws perceive ice 
Track back to the house
To the pillow in a basket and
The bowl full of cat biscuit









Saturday, 15 October 2011

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. 






100.
Steam from the kettle spout
Escalates, there are numerous
Reasons not to find sleep
And equating routes to remedy


101.
Because the night obscures
It is a blindfold, because it 
Hides things it is devious
In degrees, from imp to demon


102.
Tapping fingers while the
Soothing drink cools in the
Abysmal dreary hours 
Steam rises and takes a bow 


103.
For this infusion, water 
Surges from tap into kettle
The light flicks off when
The water is boiled


104.
Steam and the flickering 
Of the digital clock-face
Duet. No other illumination
Or entertainment is required


105.
On the beach, no luminosity 
Only from the sound 
Of waves on sand-grains 
Will you find your way


106.
Chamomile tea moment
Is operational, the body 
Feels heavy, the inner 
Dialogue skips words 


107.
The kitchen switch is clicked
Off, stair light switched
On, turned off. Feet tread
Carefully across to the bed


108.
Sleep denied arrives
To contented gratitude
It takes the baggage 
From exhausted limbs


109.
Released, each muscle sighs
True selves crack the shell
Anything can emerge
Unweighted, emulate flight


110.
Sleeping like laughter
Necessary oblivion, the 
Negligible density in which
Possibility extends 


111.
Night is a conduit
The constellations sparkle
Along it, dreams undrape wings
From it; bird, dragon, metaphorical


112.
Along the washing line
Orbs of lined up ice, dot to dot
Above the path to the field, above
Firewood stacked in a lean-to shed


113.
New mother sits up awake
Turns her head to the cot 
The baby is there, it was
Not a dream


114.
Baby in the cot has sleeping
Perfected, mapping the
Known universe, forming 
Notions of sensory experience


115.
The airlocks blip, pressure 
From the fermentation process
Sugar becomes alcohol and carbon dioxide
Finds a vent


116.
Heart shaped leaves of the 
Big houseplant thrive
Cluster over the batches
Of blipping fermenting fruit


117.
Because the roof leaked
The bathroom window is left 
Open. New plaster dries, over a
Series of days and nights


118.
All of the toothbrushes, face creams
And flannels are gathered up
In a box in the bedroom, waiting 
The plaster gets lighter in patches 


119.
Pristine roof tiles reflect
Scattered stars and houselights
Water rolls over them, no more 
Rain dripping indoors


120.
On the dual carriageway a tired
Mistake necessitates an ambulance
Everything is blurred, it swirls
Like a Van Gogh sky


121.
It feels like hyperspace
The spin and flash and crunching
Thump of compacting metal, glass
Shattering, the car stops


122.
The car has stopped 
Being a car, it has
By measures of velocity
Transitioned to wreckage


123.
Deep-rooted bruises burst
Into flower, cubes of glass
Glint in the revolving blue
Emergency service lights

124.
A list of unusual luck is
Ticked through. Heart beating
Breathing, limbs attached
Toes that wiggle


125.
High-heeled shoes, scuffed
In hand, bare feet on 
Cold tarmac feel 
Soothed 


126.
Music and moments replay
3am on the way home
Smiling, dance sweat 
Cooling on silk


127.
Walking is connected
Is feeling the night air
On skin
Is being part of this

Monday, 10 October 2011

99 and don't judge the drunk

Sad, but the dog fart lightens the mood. 


76.
Night terrors have had the run of
The house, churning up dust and
Dirt, they leave echoes of
Laughing and chaotic footprints


77.
The dog wakes, she 
Stretches, farts, her face 
Curves like smiling, she
Settles back to sleep


78.
This last night in the old
House, memories, bright
Ghosts, walk through from
Room to room


79.
When we leave these
Visitations of our histories
Are not forgotten, we simply
Will not live amongst them 


80.
The new house, until now, viewed 
By day, the creaks and clanks
Of its night-sounds are 
Intimate revelations


81.
Blandly painted, everywhere
Safe beige, tomorrow
Colour invades, brings some 
Guts to the bone shades


82.
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


83.
An arm stretched out to follow
The wall, the stumbling drunk man
Can walk, his hands and feet
Know where he lives


84.
He knows he knows where
He is going only none of it
Is recognisable, he pats a dog
Made of brick, shaped like a wall


85.
Gravity organises the sky
The stars flow with it
They pull, they are pulled
In the universal formal dance


86.
Key in the lock, sharp 
Realisation, the drink
Was intended to keep him
From remembrance

87.
A second room reflects
In the window glass
Another lamp made of light
Attracts a phantom moth 


88.
A hand reaches to follow
The wallpaper, the stairs
Are found, then the bed, then
Sleep buffers loss


89.
In the labour ward, chin
Pressed to breastbone
Dignity irrelevant, a tiny
Head is crowning


90.
In the wood burner, doors 
Snapped shut, a rogue flame
Licks out, the log is
A crashed dragons skull


91.
The spider is always
Going underneath things
As though the dark 
Is insufficient subterfuge


92.
From sleep, rising, eyelid 
Flicks open, shuts, into
Sleep descending, rotating
Through the cycle


93.
Eyes roll under cover
Process rapid cryptic 
Jigsaw detail, sift boxes
Of pieces into pictures 


94.
Cat walks her own
Path on the edge of the 
Field, there is one mouse
Hindfoot left on the doormat


95.
Air like glass, brittle
Edged, clear, the temperature
Drops, etches frost
Crosshatched scratches


96.
A wet tangled ball of
Fabric waits behind the 
Door of the washing machine
Bobbles of frost on the line outside


97.
An idea swims into focus
Splits like fertilised cells
Like fractals unfurling, it  
Expands, recurs, connects


98.
A man is crying, delirious
In sleep, his defences
Are howled down, grief
Cuts a gap like an autopsy


99.
Newborn fingers play
Invisible instruments
We hear the music
The immaculate frequency 









Thursday, 6 October 2011

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. 








57.
Laid like pulled teeth
In fields, straw monoliths 
Celebrate transition
Summer crop winter fodder 


58.
Along the pavement shines
Islands of mirrored light
Rainwater pools in uneven
Corners of wonky slabs


59.
In each reflective surface 
An upside-down lamppost
It is an image, a visual
Echo, bouncing back


60.
Under tarmac, under earth
Deeper, geological dramas
The rock is boiling
Pushing at plate boundaries


61.
Tectonics are beyond control
At the fault-lines, minerals, metals
Water, volcanoes bubble up
The gods and monsters of geology


62.
Night rests above, not across
All of Earth, there is not enough
To go around, we share 
Day and night in rotation


63.
In the cloak of sleep, fears
Are smuggled in, revealing
Points of weakness as we 
Wake to check the breech


64.
In sleep, destinies are
Settled in or driven out
Dreams can solidify, be
Processed into truth


65.
Seven odd socks heaped, one
Close to reconciliation, four
Close enough to match
Two keep company and wait


66.
Messages are sent at all hours
On rising, we can be busy
Immediately, night images
Compressed, not deleted


67.
Describe the different densities
Of darkness, if you are awake
Go outside, away from
Artificial shadow


68.
This night is solid, cast from lead
Endless solidity, the infinity of it
Can provoke vertigo, the weight
Of it presses out your breath


69.
Close your eyes, it will not
Get darker, the abyss is 
Everywhere, it is not part
Of you, you are part of it


70.
This is the shade of feeling
Perfect beautiful sadness
In which you curl up and hide
Like a tiny shell under a storm


71.
Curl small in the depths
Allow the squall overhead
To pass, there is nothing
To be done to influence it


72.
This is the safe vantage of
Gentle nostalgia, this darkness
Loops around, wraps you up
Swoops, holds, suspends


73.
Anxiety rises like a bruise
A tender point of recent injury
This hurt cannot be compressed
It must be free to heal


74.
Like strong black coffee
Alert to the point of
Paranoia, the air quivers
Shakes with fear


75.
Cold limbs tremble cannot 
Move, heart thumps hot, it
Burns to live, longs for another 
Ordinary day to marvel at