intelligence is very cold
and yours is fringed by
blackness bold
with slightly blondish tips to see
maybe you’re too good for me
you’ve found your ground
your bare feet planted
your tangled beard
a house for banter
matted hair that makes
you wildly free
of this society
and all your cares a 5 by 1.5 vehicle
of meaningful and
seeming full.
a creature little
feature of your life
a part of which i’d like to be. adventures
something I can see
as mazes in you eyes of hazel
staring out upon the sea
of velvet seats.
comfy in your sheepskin
jacket and on your
wrist a string of
beads
a performer: clown
as I described
a laughter sound
a friend to pantomime
through this
confusing life with
ease and bliss and
paint some life-long memories
preferably whilst planting trees
17.01.08
Eloise 
5 by 1.5
Maybe you’re – not your
The poem really works it’s somewhat enigmatic because it’s personal – yet we’ve all had experiences like this.
Yes we’re there in the arena of seats.
There’s a couple of full stops in there do you want them to have capitals after them?
This is such a day time – wide awake poem…What if you divide the poems into the four times of day. Dawn, day, dusk, night. You could use some of the poems to transition the different parts of the 24 hours. It could also reflect states of consciousness: rational, intuitive, inspired, ponderous, light-hearted, playful. Anyway, think about it – I believe this or something similar could work really well…