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The drift of the invisible poem

 

The drift of the invisible poem

 

Some people have spoken of the invisible poem

The soul or spirit of the work

That which moves beneath the surface

The resonances which come to the listener

Much much later

As sending a listener through a portal

Country poems are slow

As the Indigenous say

Requiring ‘Deep Listening’

Not acquisitional question-&-answer fast knowledge

That as Kev Carmody says is

“the aridity of human objectivity”

Much pop culture

Is rootless & placeless

It’s surface based

Aiming at quick impact

Quick uptake

Which generally fades quickly

Fads

Having moved back to the city

From the country

One becomes aware of how

Self important poems here are

& how melodramatic & self aggrandising

The affairs of people are taken to be

In nature, the bucolic lives

& one is humbled before it

One realizes

As Max Sometimes says

That we are merely “food for the trees”

A kind of fungus flower

Through echoes & resonances

That are organic & selfless

Thus we may enter portals through time

The Infinite/Intimate life-attuned

Such is the drift of the invisible poem

Pre-Spring is here

Mid to late July this year

How do we know this?:

A)  The wattle is out                               &

B)  The birds are singing their spring songs with fresh feathers, the noisy mynah birds living up to their name as they defend their new born hatchings against predators & the encroachment of man

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2025.

 

 

 

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