Diary of an Upstart Crow i To waste the hours without fair reasonIn cakes & ale to drown thy demons‘Tis blackest bile & darkest capeThat stains this light – steals my fate A book of hours – my soul’s delightWhen rancid winds doth blow with spiteIf I should wait until the morrowCelestial skies mine onlyContinue reading “Diary of an Upstart Crow”
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Byline from Blacks Point
Byline from Blacks Point Rewind to a church on the rise:we’re making rough cutslike Burroughs & Matisse,getting down to businessoutside on the lawn, where fishingangels catch us unawares.Inside, antiquated minutes baskcover to cover – wheeled outfor a good once over –itching for a footnotein this time weathered collage;our own past turned inanimate,as though in glassContinue reading “Byline from Blacks Point”
Tabula Rasa
Tabula Rasa You speak as if to remember;as if wondering how words escapethrough tiny cracks – I track themdown and revel in the thought. And what of the light switchthat is somehow jammed;neither off nor on, but stuckunwittingly in-between, picking fights with the fuse box. That is how these things are.This is how I learnContinue reading “Tabula Rasa”
Coming to the Point
Coming to the Point(Choka for Geoff) It was like joiningup the dots – a hard nosed roadof finding loopholes;of liquid nights down amongstsharp thorny tussocks;hell-bent on the art of war,like a drunk pokiemachine with an axe to grind. Basho doesn’t wastehis days – he makes lemonade,plucks tart cherries fromsprawling temple tree blossoms.I see him watchingfromContinue reading “Coming to the Point”
Postcards from Kobayashi
Postcards from Kobayashi(Haiku Chain) Your rabid fire songfades – a dull yellow echoof bilious hues. Leering clouds obscureour prime source – I catch their drift;hours shrink like burnt leaves. I sweep charred ashesof warm smiles into crisp wind;time sings rubato. Portrait with skylinesleeps darkly in foxed pages;a digital ghost. Hushed low strung murmursrecede into winter’sContinue reading “Postcards from Kobayashi”
Autumn Trinity
Autumn Trinity(Three Haiku) Your rabid fire songfades in yellow echoesof withered sad hues. I sweep charred embersof warm smiles to crisp four winds;knowing time runs true. In subdued transit,we bathe in quiet longing;pine for scorched kisses. ©️ Orion Foote
On Turning Pages
On Turning Pages It’s a search for mislaid memories; minutiae lost & found hiding amongst porous pages born of earthly tree rings. Charred insignia hunkered down in tight groupIngs of odd rank & file. The eye a step ahead of every letter; oblivious to the crawl of slow hands turning cartwheels – locked in time.Continue reading “On Turning Pages”
Visions of Orion Poetry 