Monday, June 29, 2015

POEM: "Neat Cold Warm"

Neat Cold Warm
                                   To my brother and sister poets in China

It wasn’t always this way you
Didn’t always break the glass
Warm forgot to check the mirror
Before the ideas went in reverse
These words I use you use too

I watched the landscape die
Awful dust I blew off the dust
The electric sound of willy-willy
Two dreams facing each other
Take a rock and a butterfly

The photograph looks inside
These words I use you will too
Conspicuous cold illuminated
A car is driven by its headlights
It was fifty years since I was a child.

© 2015 Rob Schackne

painting: Willy Tjunurrayi

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