The Music Poem
We had finished lunch - the routine properly followed
a sunlit southern window
opposite the cool other
outside a summer afternoon
so lunch so finished
in some corner playing
the radio goes unheard
into the carpets infinity
I lay flat peering
flicking the occasional pile
nosing its dry dust
sprawling and wasting just
just passing and just
trying to be good
conjouring an instructed rest
but the sun falls
upon the carpet maze
but the sun falls
sliding over the paintwork
but the sun falls
warming the bare shutters
but the sun falls
mindful through the glass
falling on dad's chair
leaning watching aware unaware
the green leatherette cool
in a short while
in a proto lotus
and a proto ennui
my childhood simple reverie
with my single orbit
sunlit by the room
the house paces memory
moves with all stillness
the architecture being laid
to now known familiar
where am I here
made from it's time
on the outside lane
shaped its enclosed mood
searching it's unknown rooms
but no pose satisfies
the stifled inner motion
as daily rhythm is
the daily rhythm is
'Listen with Mother' sometime
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poem by Michael Oliver
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