Flowers that dream in a seascape;
an inquisitive stillness when the curious
gaze at starlight, completed characters
glimmering in a focus of sky, notes at midnight
sprinkled like comet’s dust
falling spectral on a sea-pink face,
thriving exhibits on a peninsula’s menu of
cliffs,
heathland, dunes and salt-marsh blending.
Air, the earth’s marquee,
the moving shadow of the water’s eye.
I walked there, following the road three miles or so out of Llansteffan’s reach. That unhurried summer the tranquil Tywi flowed through high August country as the abundant sun made salt, soon…
Four a.m. again, and you’re bursting into beautiful melody. Chirping cheerily from the gutter, awake, and not tired, yet sometimes I wish you’d shut up. Misty glass separates joy and sorrow the…
Go back! I have no response to your warmth, your nearly bursting buds, hundred-legged crawlies. Can’t you quiet the birds? My words have turned dormant in your joy.
You needed to see him in concert with a group to tell each other later what was so funny your ears couldn’t keep up your mind couldn’t keep up your breath couldn’t…