Creep and eat across the leaves
And plan
Your plan without a word.
All the same, I deprecate these holes; they reduce my efforts at photosynthesis. I would have preferred the plan not to have depended on eating bits out of me, even although what is left may be destined for the pot.
Creep and eat across the leaves
And plan
Your plan without a word.
And having eaten sleep your sleep
With still the plan
Deep in your silent dreams.
No laughs, no tears,
No hopes, no fears,
Just silence and the plan.
At last the day, the day, the dawn.
Shake out your crumpled wings.
This day it’s planned that love be born.
Shake out your wings and climb on me ..
The hot blue sky, the sun,
The sun.
For lovers all’s forgiven;
Come.
On with the plan, no laughs, no tears.
Seek out your silent mate.
Seek to the left and then the right,
Up and down and roundabout
And round about again.
And there she flies.
She planned you too.
So round and round and up and down,
Mount in the hot blue blue,
Your fluttering mate and you.
Round and round and round and round;
All else is nought ..
Cool and heat and food and sleep.
Into the hot hot blue:
The plan.
Higher and higher towards the sun;
Motes in the lost hot blue.
Round and up and down and up,
Your fluttering mate and you.
In blue.
And did the plan include the bird,
Seeking its hungry meal?
No time for fears,
For joy or tears.
Flash on the black:
Gulp one, gulp two,
No more of you.
The plan ..
Whenever you are ready you can bring my pot to the boil, but I hope you will excuse all the holes; they were made by somebody I used to know.
RAE, 3 July 1976
Creep and eat across the leaves
And plan
Your plan without a word.
All the same, I deprecate these holes; they reduce my efforts at photosynthesis. I would have preferred the plan not to have depended on eating bits out of me, even although what is left may be destined for the pot.
Creep and eat across the leaves
And plan
Your plan without a word.
And having eaten sleep your sleep
With still the plan
Deep in your silent dreams.
No laughs, no tears,
No hopes, no fears,
Just silence and the plan.
At last the day, the day, the dawn.
Shake out your crumpled wings.
This day it’s planned that love be born.
Shake out your wings and climb on me ..
The hot blue sky, the sun,
The sun.
For lovers all’s forgiven;
Come.
On with the plan, no laughs, no tears.
Seek out your silent mate.
Seek to the left and then the right,
Up and down and roundabout
And round about again.
And there she flies.
She planned you too.
So round and round and up and down,
Mount in the hot blue blue,
Your fluttering mate and you.
Round and round and round and round;
All else is nought ..
Cool and heat and food and sleep.
Into the hot hot blue:
The plan.
Higher and higher towards the sun;
Motes in the lost hot blue.
Round and up and down and up,
Your fluttering mate and you.
In blue.
And did the plan include the bird,
Seeking its hungry meal?
No time for fears,
For joy or tears.
Flash on the black:
Gulp one, gulp two,
No more of you.
The plan ..
Whenever you are ready you can bring my pot to the boil, but I hope you will excuse all the holes; they were made by somebody I used to know.
RAE, 3 July 1976