It’s not the nature of the heart to stay open.
It opens, it shuts, it opens, it shuts. Feel it. That’s what it’s doing all the time, all by itself.
Your usual heart is a rhythmical heart: systole and diastole, in and out, up and down, open and not open. Goes on and on. And on. Without [...]
Archive for the 'Prose poems' Category
Big Heart, Wild Heart
June 27, 2008M’illumino, d’immenso
February 3, 2008I leave my dreams to race towards the earth. I want to get there before it opens for business.
I’ll be the first in the queue to get the first free offer of light as it starts up another day.
To take the first of dawn.
As it is sweeping into the windswept Gulf of Bothnia. [...]
Here to listen, here to see
January 20, 2008Evening in summer. Warm winds, warm sky. A flock of starlings were on the way from nowhere.
Here they came, as flying black dots across warm sky. They came towards silver birch and some went to the right. They fell upon birch like leaves. The others went in circle curling round south side and fell [...]
The earth is saying poems again
January 18, 2008The earth is saying poems again.
From hospital window I see sun. I feel sun warm in blood. I hear bird. The call for likely mates. I sense warm. I feel galvanized. I notice the shake of wind in far trees. I touch down. I rejuvenate. The simple joy. The simple things. Of this to make [...]