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Andrew Taylor - Three Poems

Andrew Taylor


The Tactile Excursions

magical when
the moment’s
volume is stronger

Lane movement
a patience
lanes are timbres

Spectral souvenirs
sound the
destination

Round trip fully
fade affection
grace & fade

Phase new aural
affection storm
harp harmonies

build textures
hold density
Illuminated enchanted

flowers scatter
certain writhing
weaves light

darkening concentration
hypnotic with
the blooms

Cocoon of murmurs
toward possibilities
glossy final tones

Other cascading structures
growing sky’s reward
echoes potent

blend scattering
work resonant
wavelength

listening beyond
red monuments
flicker & drift

framed & flourish
sonic harp travel
generative fervour

Growing horizon
sky stragglers
the undertow

focused stretched
strings emotive
vigils

Radiant moonlight
subtle prism
reflections

direction of travel
journey expectations
& beautiful beacons

Giving back restrained
sphere intertwining
light

Static landscapes
celestial thinking
reverberating

featherweight ghosts
shift amongst wandering
with second colours

midnight moving
glowing neon
shifts

Spectrum of memories
blue drones
Lustrous


Acknowledgements to Brad Rose at Foxy Digitalis and Geoffrey Gambling



A Sad Balloon

she’ll take her
bed in the hotel
across the street
though the tarmac
is hot be carried
across the threshold
a single pay
the bill in the morning
feed into your dreams
tip the beetle
amber flashes
wait for the blue note
to pass buy the papers
cast remnants into
the river she wants
incredible joy
the comet causes
snowfall across the capital
collect dust from cracks
Lise & the kiss




Leopold

check the sky fly
the magic mirror

kiss the watch
its ticking a heartbeat

rain settles in a doorway
shading the floor

chart shows fewer peaks
& troughs checked shirts & layers

two lamps on the table
caroboo needs protection from the heat

a regular trip for the ferry master
four fish framed circle the dates

Tea from Ireland
is cheaper in France

There’s a fading of blue
leading that scatters at dusk

the nightly cargo
planes arrive on time




Copyright © Andrew Taylor, 2022

 

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