A Poem With A Very Long Title

This is another poem from my notes from some twenty five years ago.

Walking Out Into The Country At Nightfall In Winter Whilst Heavily Pissed Off With Life In General Probably Caused By Artist’s Block

evening 1

(Painting: Evening #1. Pastels on paper)

Grey clouds in salmon

– Reflected worlds!

Woodlands and valleys, rivers glow

Like magma.

My mood, dulled and burred,

Perceives…

Reluctantly. Stubbornly.

Between shakes of the head,

I see Turner setting up his easel

And painting frantically, dementedly…

Bleary eyed – look!

It has gone now!

Cold green and bluey pale,

Washes in and out

And blurs

Grey

Me

Sky.

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33 thoughts on “A Poem With A Very Long Title

  1. SHAMANIC MECHANICS

    A Collected Works—-coming soon…perhaps…? I think Bringing up the old poems is a great walk down a winding path revealing all…and a laugh, a sigh and a cheer—- these are goood Mick! Love the pastel too!

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