o my divided soul
astride the tides of time
half inclined to the road, half to heart(h)
cry justice or a carpet for the hall.
one part poet, one part sea-anemone
adrift in the flow
of particles and participles
while unnoticed, moments
slip by.
Image: Christopher Richard Wynne Nevinson, The Blue Wave (1917) c/- Archillect.com A quadrille for Dverse where Linda is hosting and asks us to write exactly 44 words on ‘slip’.
And here’s the wonderful Terry Riley with A Rainbow in Curved Air from 1969 no less.
Peter Frankis writes 
Nice division: “one part poet, one part sea-anemone”
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The last time I had a full grip on time was early March. I’ve been slipping about since then. And it’s that carpet for the hall that caught my attention. Goodness knows why though.
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Laughing here – bad internet connection and parrots chirping in the banksias and all.
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one part poet, one part sea-anemone… what a wide span of contrast that spans. I love the sense of being sent adrift it gives.
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This has been where I am, tough and wonderful life comes at me, and competes with writing. It has been so strange. When I write, I feel adrift with all that other demanding my attention, when I turn to life, it is so much of it too strange to take in. goota keep swimming in the particles and participles though.
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Thanks Lona, this poetry is a hard thing we do.
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Love this
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