Saturday 14 March 2015

Books of Ether Vol.4 - Growing Trees (collaboration with Cheryl Penn)






Growing Trees is a poem about making roots
in our own garden and extending branches towards
the world outside.
It's about taking care and caring, about the gardeners
that we all are.

Marie Wintzer




Don't second-guess
growing trees
write off
the unanswerable questions
plant every seed
      springing forth - 
      a compatible labyrinth
welcome to the secret world

Cheryl Penn




Fresh from the oven, the collaborative poem Growing Trees, Vol.4 in Books of Ether, is now available for free download at Scribd. Here are a few lines from the poem, and for the full text please visit: https://www.scribd.com/doc/258595673/Growing-Trees




They said to him you don’t take 
care of yourself in the midst of
mimosa madness
    we shall have to get
someone fake to take care
of you/words/paint/roots 
your memory may be wiped 
but your hat was on
I could not see your eyes 

inRows upon Rows
    of Phylogenic Trees.



You had a dream
Sit down, I will tell you 

running backwards
with your hair
in your face
in a parallel world
where even Time cannot fly. 

That's nice, but
can we make a living
with those shrubs
or are they only going to grow 

roots-into-blind-pipes?
You know their mirrors 

aren't that acute anymore 
Are you sewed-up? 




collecting shattered glass roots 
hitting dust from bookseagles on wooden cupboards 
mirrored in dirty bowls
everything is off
when we dream backwards
in a discarded house.
Hey Dad
it’s 
Madison (from a parallel world

       Sans trees) 
how are you
fine, you 
know
fineconnectionlost. 




Maybe you should seethe Taxman on the Hill(he irons his electricity bills 
but they don't love him back). 
He too
  lost connection
  lost his mind on the Light Rail 

  lost his wedding ring in the mailbox
  lost a decade of photographs 

  lost all craving for junk food 
  lost the remote while TV was watching him
It won't be long until
Dust relapses into Libraries 








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