The Brighton Poem - Work In Progress
I live a prophecy
As homage to Mann
And Bogarde's smug smile
Same draped
The white shirt
The yellow tie
The sea blue
The white paper
Coloured pencil
Uncovered definition
Sea striped some light some dark
Sky stripes of cloud muddle perception
No Tadzio just man and sea
No Tadzio just sea and me
I lean on the green rail
My tailored jacket on my arm
Unsure of that water or land
The world stretched of free perplexity
The cool anatomy past and effortless
The memory of craft's man days
A single page on an opening
We both stand with eye contact
The image remains sure on recall
Fixed on the page by time
The place fixed by today's freedom
The sea by line advances recedes
The thin enticement of the strand
A strip of realism sans understanding
A cool texture of light
It is where to be sometime
The Brighton Poem - the second opening
My single pen lets it's ink
flow by my arm's forced ideas
the moment ad - libbed into words
From mute the roaring imperative writes
Standing facing the slip of ocean
Here we abide mute and shinig
Once drawn once written once spoken
Nodded to as this day's genesis
A single figure descends the ramp
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poem by Michael Oliver
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