from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (71)

you are at that beautiful age
when all the lines conjoin
the lines of happiness
when sun dries down on
puddles and the moonlight
evens every score and midnight
comes to be succession planning
as the charm goes wry and dumplings
fall to land on land

I am every bit of mystified by how
you never hesitate to open up
the place between your love
and lifetimes of misting
on the tentative white
fence the yards of early
grassblades and full depth
of sentiment the array of
pleasure because earth is
filled with what you are

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (70)

the little silence
of affordable
occasion

marks
this day
a feather soft

this white bird
aloft is
you

beginning
to arrive
here on earth

Strange Sheep

A Crescent/Little Lamb collaboration

Me 3 (Ornella)

another LadyPillow(Ornella)/Crescent Collaboration

stars at the body (Crescent/Sheila Murphy/Babel (via hyperlink))

stars at the body chip in car slow transition by cost fees

my life is discertain programatics see

1956568 we are

lost in freedom

necromancy

we shall feel

CAN'T THINK

the switch of dreams

the gulp of love

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listen the sky centres its self across CAN'T WALK

object to object

i was emailing her i was texting her i was ringing her

X on her mobile phone i say when he gets down there right? from obviously the best. The day before pleased to see you yeah really really not

persephone persephone persephone CAN'T DO

which colour do you like? En joue fait erica ecriture etre

et cetera, jaune fille Une plange toujours lundi etre mardi etre jeudi etre dimanche toujours!

end off balk fenetre uncertain western greeks again

moon in trees ghosts again end gain

how to immortalize

CAN'T TALK

soon to see Incas reign thought

again 3 moments to loss again idee fixe

noveau atomos vitalis

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (69)

trapped ease
mid-morning
salt water
sweetness
industry
a capstone anyold
pronounced

maybe you were there
ferreting out
blanched melody
and maybe you prompted
gravity
to rescue
how we were going
away

by turns rising
to sunlight
mutable
as waxen

tomorrow is a host
system for nirvana
mental notes hang on
five lines of wire

the choir director
notifies this skilled
crowd of authority
and people sing

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (68)

why does being
take so
long

listen
the sky
centers itself across

where we look
and birds
sing

miniature
thinking presses
forward and escapes

being trapped in
silence otherwise
nesting

whole
cloth absorbs
whole feeling and

remains with us
mayhaps alongside
escape

long
wind taking
measure of light

Remix

Remix by Crescent, from Babel/Flashpo posted on RemixRunran

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (67)

she offered waning moonlight before releasing
me, prematurely. now the tree breath
and the justice in a feathered wind
comes home to me.

I limit nothing step by stance
taking a chance and finding
present tense. if only she
(but I worry here, as well, even without her).

morning repeats itself.
the daily surge of new surprise
bespeaks her readiness as purity.
I talk to her when daylight is still fresh.

and what she says back has no language now.
I listen anyway. she says never to
give up on any breathing
thing, the full subject of worship is its dance.

These are tough times
Can't be doin with the question
the land throws
its blade then back the sun glade

What's an artist? Is it someone
who makes pictures?
Shouldn't art be about something?
Why is it all about nothing?

What does a brick mean?
a shoe [shove] and governence
Question and reply
I'll ask you the question

Identify
explicit shelving shielding
The paradoxes worldlyness
bananas cake loaf post haste

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (66)

the dark bird runs alongside
these pale wheels and winter
coasts or holds still
for the camera to become the rose

injury retreats to forecast
peace that passes longing
and decrepitude relaxes
toward a crime scene

limited to a labeled audience
that crafts a world
to mirror the mistakes
in case permission lapses

and the grand chance
to be wrong appears
unclothed thus sacrificing
error to be framed and shown

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (65)

how unhappy must I be for you to love me?
(martyrs brace themselves for tracing legacies.)
the timbre in your voice infringes on my sunlight.
would you be the blotter of my countenance at least once,

treble me to level off infinity until allotted downtime?
then and only then will I be fruitful not to multiply
alone, but to be traced to tenderness involuntarily,
and cropped out of my gourdlight in a sentence for the jury.

penniless daytimes hold off being bounced
out of the conscious zone, and predicates infuse their tone
to undergird pure thunder, animated as the scent of sky
and pralines left to dry under the headlights,

where I watched the snow to my maturity come by
and keep me home where she would word her mantra
to resemble yesterday's, while reinforcing who she was
and why, her child, meanwhile, still having everything to say.

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (64)

weeds with light
turn still
life

sunshine rich sunshine
pours on
land

lumens in sentences
wind around
curves

Feels Like Reason

Another photomanipulation of one of Jessicas' photos (aka PappaJessicaFresh) entitled "Just a Moment II".

You can check out her photos here http://www.flickr.com/photos/spray_of_petals

Thanks Simon

February 3

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from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (63)

fragrance comes with the idea
of these scattered blooms
moreover the indelible retreat
into a wavelength portrays
kismet to the power
but look to frittering
for play

mid-field the dowry passes
to the next luck
thus a singular
reversion inward
strikes a mode
a chord a recency to depths
unmarked because because because

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (62)

rain is only rain again (learned moment
not gray Midwestern no-hope-left (momentum
that left me shadowed (showing
just this sure light once (how it is
removed from full strength (tall and lean
rinse of warm sage (changed
sheets of gathered shining (and changing

Untitled (by Solea)

apologies I am having problems downloading image - will sort out soon :-)

Simon/Crescent

Word Pulse

Thanks to the ever inspirational Ornella (LadyPillow) for the use of her photograph :-)

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (61)

pond wine comes to brittle birch
this once because the leafage
slows this season and predicted
snow encases even earlier than
said this forest and this
neighborhood

traced blue across the instant
reach of long line copious
endearments make a home
and you can listen in
to tuba practice for example
dark brass on the rampage
through the bass clef

little pinpricks of incessant silver
monitor their place in context
of a spree of composition
nobody relaxes like the arm
long past conducting and
the listener at rest
expecting expectation
where surprise surfaced
as pleasure maybe this
resembles the nobility
enconced in definition
of a violet between half
tones being sung
in plain duet motif

February 2

protracted and inelegant (proof)
coiled od'j suss it ation
traction (falls) N
where (secondary drowning) any

notion diction recline
assemblage reform anteatez
ymurgy
colour fork bedeviled (collage girl)

set like linguistics (parsecular)
connive (parse) as in labour (hello)
or surreality hypothetically head o'er
heels

waits (often) (four) fades of
391 lanelights lets it words (ecriture)
extinguish movement also

breakage P tourettes prismairy
accustomed F ss primacy far
out asecondary gleans (shimmy)
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Gestalt by proxy (sign) arlewas
presides too matriarchal
fades (bother me)
fears about fear

(noun)
because

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (60)

plantings warmed (plaything) by sun womb
parse (perhaps) the street noise
in a moment there are moments known
but only this (this moment)
motion subdivides and this is summer or
its breath (a little while) remembered
before being or just saved (the limits of

our thought is (breath) a time
defining what's to come (loose mucles)
movement a slim share of divinity (pause)
this small element (this gleam)
a sentence spoken into
silence (perfect quiet)
sky within and touching (earth)

February

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spies
interrogating
lies
6. the

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (59)

surrender says the voice
I watch diminuendo
fault the rage am called
to recognize some unlabeled
font also this separation
theory in the trees patched doily
of shift from full page

versus fracture here
in my selected space
I hold still then nestle
with an other I compare
to space not half as real
are you the window
and a fresh new net also

Perfectly Elliptical, Perfectly Bent

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (58)

mimesis craves itself
and guesses perched along
the levitating drive
delinquent clouds afar
change the text
be/longing to be wild
in wilderness evokes
birth sometimes
yes mispronounced protrudes
into a gestured
madness safe beneath
a different womb

Poem 21 (Unfinished)

As yet unfinished, but I couldn't resist posting! I've used 2 of Ornellas' photos.

Of course you can check out Ornellas' Photographs on Flickr under "Ladypillow"

Any comments appreciated :-)