Treasure Island

michael oliver

(13-4-1948 / swansea)

From the black book February 17th 2014


Above the roofs - the dormers - bright - white
clouds then walls and now red bricks

In shadow - a man - blue - stands - smokes
Salutes his mouth with quick quick precision

So into the barbers - another soon follows
Sunlight - empty - white the shop's window bars

The street frames
- everyday -
figures occupied
- under -
Recognition of a red white spiral

2

The conversation of a betrayed Pavane
Coffee to those lined gossip lips
Heads nod with broken unison - rhythm
elegant a finger supports a neck
Open hands express - deliver and
as pose - the statements comment on

Submitted: Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Edited: Thursday, March 13, 2014

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worked up from noted while looking our of a window while drinking coffee

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  • Maggie Munro (3/13/2014 4:20:00 AM)

    Where can I get some of that coffee? Sharp, succinctly painted human streetscape. Very enjoyable thanks Michael. (Report) Reply

  • Stan Grossman (3/12/2014 4:14:00 PM)

    Love it! Reminds me of those old kaleidoscopes one would look into and turn. The pattern would change as it was turned. That's the way I see your poems. You're one of the best on here right now! (Report) Reply

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