seeing/saying: February 2014

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

No fixed

A gender

Gone

Gone from

Five to fifty

Gone from

Sparrow song

From callow reed

To plover

In plain sight

The wet line

Disbursed

Of a brood

Receeds

From family

And alarm

A kestrel

Jewels the sky

Hold the twig

Rescue the drowning bat

Which stayed too late

For mosquitoes

Soon this pond

Will echo

Against my ribs

The nature of ice

Expanding

Tom McGlynn

So a fist

In air

Be cons

No one

A slim tote

For to carry

A fish

In air

Will flip

Its gill

A sim drone

For to caul

Tom McGlynn

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

This will destroy

That

Which broods

Stone to stone

A dead labor

For the innocent

Who will be struck

Unfinished

Then raised

Beyond

Their words

To cope

Bring

The singing hammer

Home

A pleasant working

Speak the building marrow

Constant in its coursing

A shield

Atop a door

Is blank of ciphers

Leading

That is the way

To walk

A chisel

Tom McGlynn

A pulley is

A lovely thing

A passive friend

In active ring

Remotely felt

But closely taught

Tackling

A heavy thought

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Permit me

To recapitulate

Upon rising

This day shortened

To a morrow

In the pit

Of the afternoon

Shadows stretch

For the edge of a night

No longer than the rest

Dead to the world

With rapid eyes

In the middling

Wrung

Is quartered grace

Unconcerned

With gaming time

What a terrible muse

To twist away

Just when the band

Got going

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, February 22, 2014

A glaze

Is not a feeling

As a finish

Tears can

Crater odes

To shard

A comfy pallor

Jutting out

Of sand banks

Rain fallen

Deposits toothy

Will be grit

To grind

A body clayed

Nothing

Of the river

Keeps

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, February 20, 2014

About all gaps

A soul

Does play

Fell

Though cracks

An old- a-way

Gasping, grasping

For the straw

That stuffs

A man

To guard

The draw

Younger licks

A bluish name

Illuminate

With newish flame

When air gets in

The missing joints

Martyrdom

An heir

Appoints

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Never known

Was summer's hill

Rolled then climbed

Once

Again

Stave- stepped

Houses

Snuck above

In squirreled

Oaks

Had no roofs

From which

To reason

How silly was

A nest of ants

At base of root

Washed out

In play

As were

The bees

In honeysuckle

Combed of sweetness

Then as once

Flying wild

Rain shelter

Lean

Too a game

To flit

About in

Listening for

Falling skies

Unthought of

Hours

Becoming

Framed

Feed the head

Bowed in

Mortgage

Pay

The blood

Piped in still

Strained

From gutters

Stems make

Thatching

Torn from leaves

Flushed to

Ground

A future weir

Banked by

Children

Never knowing

Summer's hill

To be another

Latent stream

Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014

Why the spin

The shape I'm in

Is adequate

To tain the djin

Of content flecked

From wishes tin

There's the rub

Agin! agin!

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, February 15, 2014

What has taught

Me back to

My shelf

From a spine

Pluck emergence

See

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Now you sleep

Hardly

Or going

Without question

Where nothing

Can recall

A faulty chorus

Holds

Your tongue

I have no clues

To excite dreaming

What wasn't

Spoken

For to offer

Sucks the out

Of air

Humor craven

In your breast

I have no longer clues

To offer

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

At the party

Your dress

And face

Wore

Powder white

A marble mime

What pretense

Costumes

This slow

Dancing sleep

Whose sweet angel

Were you

Once to grace

A monument

Tom McGlynn

Monday, February 10, 2014

Have you left

This house

To birds

A trap set

On the roof

Is tripped

Again empty

In everything

Darkness sleeps

This season

Is tough

On scents

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, February 9, 2014

A treble hook

Is triply sharp

In all directions

Lethal

To extricate

It's deadly charm

One shakes the woe

From we full

Tom McGlynn

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Open your heart

In hand

Wearing elbows

Red

Spoon out

Your ballast

Innards

Pressed

Into seam

By centuries

A little fissure

Weeps

Above

The dangle stone

Is spun

A head of clay

Slip casting

The wile

A little fissure

Weeps

Tom McGlynn

Thursday, February 6, 2014

The crows

At this hour

Look to me

Indifferent

Where is

The eye

In the sky

To steal

The moon

Shopping carts

Chase gravity

Wheel sticking

Tom McGlynn

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Rocking in

A music ruin

Perfect in

My pitch

A band of notes

Goes marching by

Deep in tactless step

Again a wait

In sues

The heart

Of all

The songs

You might

Have sung

Of all

Free bootleg

Melodies

Stretched before

My snapping string

This warp of wood

Resounds bereft

Of demons

Minstrely arraigned

To serve

A quiet term

Insane

Tom McGlynn

The toad

Once upon

The mouth

Of the well

Becomes

Pumped

Again

Tom McGlynn

Monday, February 3, 2014

His harvest

Stalked

A perfidy

A reckless

Row to dusk

For a loathing

Born of worth

Did he

Trade a perfect ear

For a husk

Tom McGlynn

In Calico

The tailings grow

From silver seed

Pit long ago

From silver seed

Mojave blooms

The swag of snakes

In no cent rooms

Tom McGlynn

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Would it help

To be found

At the edge

Of the sea

If gathered kelp

Is all ye be

If gathered kelp

Detached from rock

Is all ye be

Might a signal

Arrayed

At the edge

Of the sea

To warn of rock

And a watery bed

Warn of rock

And send you back

To the sleeping heart

Of the sea, sea, sea

You fools are borne

By the rolling sea

Beseeching waves

To carry thee

Beseeching waves

Like a spineless fish

As if waves

Were awish

Wish, wish

Tom McGlynn