from Cabbage Gardens
The past
will overtake
alien force
our house
formed
of my mind
to enter
explorer
in a forest
of myself
for all
my learning
Solitude
quiet
and quieter
fringe
of trees
by a river
bridges black
on the deep
the heaving sea
a watcher stands
to see her ship
winging away
Thick noises
merge in moonlight
dark ripples
dissolving
and
defining
spheres
and
snares
Place of
importance as in the old days
stood on the ramparts of the
fort
the open sea outside
alone with water-birds and
cattle
knee-deep
in a stream
grove of reeds
herons watching
from the bank
henges
whole fields honeycombed
with souterrains
human
bones
through the gloom
whose sudden mouth
surrounded my face
a thread
of blue around the coast
feathery
moon
eternity swallows up time
peaceable as foam
O
cabbage gardens
summer’s elegy
sunset
survived
Welcome to the first week of Late Summer Supercharged Painting.
Here's a Summer-ish poem in the postmodern genre of poet Susan Howe. It is full of imagery.
I wonder if you can find a painting here. An unfamiliar picture that explores the surprising world of visual juxtaposition and Postmodern surrealism.
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