sunrise, how many i’ve seen already this year each says change your life — today began so well then rain on my roof 'til dusk
Image: Clouds, Sun and Sea’ 1952 – Max Ernst (1891 – 1976)
Today’s musical offering – (more hammering I’m afraid) – Australian composer Ross Edwards with marimba-iste and percussion black belt Michael Askill with Marimba Dances
again. $3 bags of kanzi and jonathons
are sweating on the change, pumpkins curl round
roadside tables and here a whole parkfull
fallow
even as I beat these keys with my fist / they resist, spring springs back
I groan, hammer the veins in my head / as if effort would suffice
all winter’s rawness: the burnished furrow, the cornstalk wrecks
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rises from the back blocks and playing fields Continue reading
the sky’s a lambent column
all the way to space. Continue reading
a fall
of golden leaves
tumbling in
brilliant air
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All day the southerly blew hard on the face of the the sea until, finally, around evening the wind died. On the north side of the peninsula the water was luminous – green and pink waves lined up to pearl on the cooling sand. Continue reading
the wind moans in the cote
as it tunes canto (odd muso)
on manse doors and eaves.
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