A W Bullen

A W Bullen Oct 2020

Id

Can pick a Sprawk
from six blocks down,
its diagnostic flap-flap glide
is dialed-in

embedded

a wing-flash on a Bonxie,
in the wild race of channel swell,
pronounced against
the leaded screed
of unforgiving
energies

seems simple

then see me
with the photographs,

those passports
to the pastoral...

unable to identify

i turn my my face away

Sprawk- Sparrowhawk
Bonxie- Great Skua

A W Bullen Oct 2020

Untitled

too soon
they are in everything
both in and in between
the knowing.

treasuries of episode,
the elegies of reparation,
somehow, going, lightly,
when a calibrated wind
vows warm

gone
grateful to this
small of mercy,
swore, there to be thankful
where a poorly driven splinter
can not take the best
of all they gave...

this saviour
comes, circadian
to set these fraught
emotions down.
an apogee of
deep-green-sleep
that pays the ghost
to rest.....

A W Bullen Oct 2020

Gone South

Shot loudness
from the crowding shout,
the posing packs of people
taking photos of themselves

got time to pick a slick
of litter left by those
who tell me that
my life has left
the planet broken

- "please!"-

I could break
your gastric banners
in a manner that this show deserves,
embrace my inner misanthrope

and ***** off South to be with trees.

Context required:

I agree with the message behind the protests- who doesn't?

But a billion people making small differences can amount to extraordinary change.

Let your green spaces grow wild.
Drive less
Fly less
Eat less red-meat.
Walk
Cycle
Less time using the net
Read more
Educate ourselves.
Consume less- in all industries.

Small changes x billions..
Stop pointing the finger and start making informed choices.
Ultimately its up to us.

A W Bullen Sep 2020

Gamut

he sounds
her name..

it resonates

it focuses
on all she is..

this
love betides
her guiding speak,
her plainsong, warm
philosophies,

inseparable
and binding...

and what
she gives is
immeasurable

a
pleasurable
unweaving of
that self-perceiving
lie,
leaving him
stripped, yet
unashamed

but dying,

dying
to live like
this forever...

A W Bullen Sep 2020

Unrequite

Here
she had been
put to music,
candles lit to memory,
the room now empty
lifeless quarters,
dull, ghost-less periphery

Some greater part
of learning wondered,
if each unites
or all unties,

what riches but old rags
were plundered,
if nothing lived

before her eyes

A W Bullen Aug 2020

Twist

I have
elemental
emblems,
tattooed
on my knuckles...

there are
days she loves
to feel the forces
stirring deep within...

A W Bullen Aug 2020

Resolving Host

The shock
and awe of
ordinary mornings,
saw me,
hat-in-hand,
plans slipped back
to the protein grain...

for
all my
false geometry,
the same
old pseudo attributes
exposed,

cloned,
sky-clad,
in this laughing gas
of dissipating
aspiration,

nothing more
than occupation,
poked in fear
and sold unease...

they never said,
the way would lead,
to any place but here...

but here
is where I'll stall
to find particulates
of dream.