Month: February 2012

One Big Jigsaw Puzzle [sonnet]

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We are all just pieces in each other’s
sacred puzzles; sometimes fitting wholly
to the next ones just like blood-born brothers;
other times connection meets more slowly.
With some we never will connect at all —
at least not in the physicality
of time and space on this occasion’s trawl
through parallel dimensionality.
But if, as one huge jigsaw, we are full
enmeshed and clickly dovetailed on all sides
what foolishness it is to finger pull
and trigger euphemistic homicides.
To take another life creates a hole
upon our tapestry’s collective soul.

© 2012, Alan Morrison

A Major Element of Wisdon

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A major element of wisdom is knowing when to say something and when to keep quiet. This means listening to the music behind all words and then responding in harmony with that music. How often we can be sucked into a verbal vortex because we didn’t bite our lips and restrain our responses and wait… for pennies to drop, for lightbulbs to go on, for minds to catch up – always realising where reactions come from. So often we say and do things without even understanding why. We need wisdom to use or withhold our words well.

Bag Man No More! [poem]

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I used to be the kind of guy
who said to lovely ladies
Yes, my dear, I’ll carry your bag
(the implication being:
size no object
any weight will do)
stick it on my broadly back
anything for you.

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Have Mind, will Travel [sonnet]

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If you are controlled by some other force —
by people or obsessional ideas —
then we cannot have normal intercourse:
you dangling on the strings of puppeteers.
Maybe your mind by dogma has been caged
and by that blinkered grid you judge the world.
Perhaps with spiteful hearsay you’ve engaged
as in some vengeful vortex you were swirled.
But if you only represent your soul
and have no blunt or sharpened axe to grind
and don’t live in some other’s pigeonhole
then we will soon in travel be entwined.
For only when we’ve freed our hearts and thoughts
can we begin to be true astronauts.

© 2012, Alan Morrison

Epiphany [poem]

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I thought
I couldn’t
so I didn’t
but I can &
so I should
Then they
told me
should’s a
bad word
too oblique
to change
a hair
enthroned
upon the
head of
Samson
should and he
are so
contraire
The key
to me
was bent
and hidden
I myself
misunderstood
But something
snapped
within
my middle
(surrealistic
glancing
riddle)
clearest
sound I
ever heard
Now I’m
wrestling
past my
doubtful
thoughts
which all
my dreams
forbid
I thought
I couldn’t
so I didn’t
but I can
& so
I did

© 2012, Alan Morrison

There is no Wasted Time [sonnet]

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There can be no such thing as wasted time.
For every foolish error gives a chance
to learn; and every misstep in our dance
is just a misdemeanour not a crime.
To see things as they truly should be seen
(viz. to know that nothing’s ever squandered
wherever our hearts and hands have wandered)
will render every moment evergreen.
Thus, nothing in this life can be misspent —
no consequence can ever atrophy.
The seconds of the clock are alchemy:
Each tick a chance for us to reinvent.
When we can understand why lessons come
then “wasted time” will not be burdensome.

© 2012, Alan Morrison

Like it was our Last [poem]

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Time goes by so quickly voices say at 30
something years of age without a trace of
irony — their smooth taut faces creased
with temporary deathless shiny depilated
still so far undessicated flesh. Selfful image
grossly moonly fabricated while infatuated
quasi-animated still unwaiting for the end

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