ekkis
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poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
Whilst you were out |
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Whilst you were out
the kittens kept asking about you
— miau, miau, miau
The house held its breath
the Buddha waited patiently
but my father asked after you
wondered what you’d done
with his cups (I had stored them)
— but it wasn’t blame
Whilst you were out
the bed remained unmade
resting how we rested together
and the man of Fordlândia played
for a straight dozen pairs of ears
not a baker’s dozen as usual
Whilst you were out I pushed
and heaved and bent and stretched
thinking it’s something we should do
Whilst you were out I wondered
why my heart softens in your absence
when your footsteps I shall hear
and those smiling eyes, curling lips,
long flowing strands of hair
my spirit will once again grace
Whilst you were out
I missed you, though
I don’t often tell you so
31-XII-2016 Copyright © 2011 Erick Calder |
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