Sunday, January 7, 2018

Kit Kelen #736 - ekphrastic - invocation - clouds - Philip Wolfhagen


736
an invocation
first conversation with the clouds
/// a meditation on the breath writ large ///

ekphrastic
Philip Wolfhagen
A Litany of Vapours 2007, Longford, Tasmania


each room is drifted
like a father's mansion

(there is a seven-ness)

aloft where I am not
and into mirror drip

as board shows through
wears dry
as we are scratched

days are initials in them

they are oil
and under worlds to think
yet lie

a dizzying come close

palletted

there is a knife and brush

bees have waxed this way

everyone is dressed for this

the puzzle not to fit
but drift

isn't there all beyond in them?
lit or we would say they sit

and trail away to cushion throw

like mitts
the gauntlet rug

there is no stroke
there won't be knack

their own windows are a framing

their netherness is stand to see

these have a year and flew from

it's as if you were to read merely by breath

imagine fainting
and they give you this
then you're away again

cursive
heavy on the brush

a wall behind them
will be cloud too

a white shirt paces by on guard
as clouds hung here to dry (they won't)
the sky shines heavily, if webbed

so many shades till down

lines are guessed
we darken to

I lie out
with a blue
for up

we drown
in seeing this

arc over
a moment
so be

still as breath
please stay

as if
the stars
would come 







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