Tag: Cadralor poem
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21 May: SOCS – A Cadralor Poem
To Gordes, France: A Cadralor Poem I.Listen, and you’ll hear the chiselled skinof buildings. Tight as a drum. Pick upa stick, and beat out a long ago rhythm. II.Listen to moonlight, it’s silver to dream.Meadows of sky stirred by a stick. Thoseold things, those wild things on the move. III.Listen to the slow lines of…
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4 May: A Cadralor Poem
A Few Thoughts After Lunch 1.There’s a bird by his foot. It doesn’t fly.It’s not asleep, and it doesn’t move.It waits for him to turn the soil,so it can peck at what’s trapped beneath. 2.The air is still as grey. Grey is never noticed.Invisible. Unseen as the back of a page.I remember the Grey Man.…
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10 February: Words from the Oracle
A Cadralor poem based on The Oracle’s word list I. it happened on one thosenumberless roads. shadowsstretching long as an illnessreaching for cures. II. the sun was just setting.a crimson gash on the horizon,as if irate to give up its rightfulplace in the sky. III.Mama had said: clean undies,& keep yourself well-groomed,in case you’re in…
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