A voice calls from the morning by Adam Parry

Cure me of these dreamless sleep,
inoculate my heart from fear.
Over there something shines
and a voice calls from the morning.

The day! the day is begun again!
taking all the tired eyes upward
to blue sunshine, to a fight of song on the wind,
pushing us, flowing about us-

our footsteps on the damp grass, regulate into a dance
we levitate upon lips as she kisses the red earth
levitate to some cloud city floating, below drenched in sun
watch the sleepers wake.

To take and hold by Adam Parry

 

 

 

 

Unknown, unknowable,

this spacious gift.  

This World we wish for, waiting there,

it pretends and jokes and laughs

but, doesn’t promise out loud.

Our world so shrinking

in the awful cold.

Yet it’s arms to outstretch and hold.

A wish by Adam Parry

A wish

 

October lies still dreaming

waiting for a time

springing up sedately as the seconds

melt away to October time.

 

...some wonder of sun’s glint

reached for me from the moor-

to leave so many books behind

and plans of plans half-thought...

 

Yet, now October sleeps

until it has time to yawn to

wipe the sleep from its sunny eyes

and watched the horses play.

 

So deep October lies in dreams,

a long, long summertime away, waiting to rearrange

the golden rays.

as if in the golden rays

summertime remains,

lives within and never goes away.

 

October takes wasted tears and washes the heart of fear.

Silent Pen by Adam Parry

The pen sleeps now
does not speak now
left to be picked up, or dropped, or
forgotten somehow until it sings again.

Pretend by Adam Parry

 

1.

Pretend you’re a tree and come with me.

I’ll take you where the clouds were born

before they melt into the sea, where all the

Dolphins probably pee.

We’ll climb a ladder to the sky

and wonder how we got there.

 

2.

Pretend you’re a dog

just come out of the fog.

Throw off the clogs, the hooves

and stand aloof, forsooth, forsooth.

I’ll tell you a tale that’s delved

from stale hail.

Hail! We must prevail.

 

3.

The pocket pretended she was a locket

and put a silly hand into an electric

socket.

I lost her locket and stole her keys

when one day she pretended to be me.

 

4.

Pretend you’re a cat

Who had no mat upon she sat

Pretend you’re a door

who couldn’t say more.

Encore, encore!

 

5

Pretend you’re a head

gone slightly unsled.

Instead...instead of today

think twice for tomorrow

and three times for yesterday

and when today comes think only of then.

 

6.

Pretend you’re a human

If just for one day,

don’t look in the mirror

don’t run away.

Never forget that pause

in a lifetime

when you were human

when you were free.

A white slip of paper by Adam Parry and Where are you now?

The moon plays with clouds
another nightingale daydreams
splendid notions in a night of motion.



We're going to lose ourselves in the struggle for
birth and life.
I wonder if your back again, already
born again to some quick breeding creature
or maybe waiting to be born somewhere warm
where we wait.
I'm right here my old life
knowing that life is a bit more complicated than I ever imagined
no more myself and you are still being you uncomplicated
not some confused human
And I hope
your life as bee or buffalo, a tree or a tiger
will be better than the one I am still clinging on to.

Light by Adam Parry

Light like your lips or fingertips
heavy as haversacks and culliebucks
worried eyes- watch him!- coming
over this way
and see him pass. Close again
on the morning sun, heavy lids,
liquid lights squeeze through impossible passages
like a fingerprint of a forgetful dream,
that really doesn't need to be remembered
always there in codes of thoughts
codes of what is felt
like the lightness of lips a
and the touch of forgotten fingertips.