MORPHOGENETIC POETRY

For Shawn

 

Morphogenetic poetry forms in a formless mind,

 morphic resonance. Life remembers life, nature's

 memory. On the rugged north head of Kerry. I tried

 to grasp the rock face but he waves are so

 unpredictable, it swept me into a whirlpool.

 

Down and down it sucked me under. Being

a Piscean I have a strange love of water. I

stopped struggling lost in the mighty surge.

Just when I gave up it threw me up to cling

on to the shore like birth itself.

 

Like the vortex of a tornado, it took me, lost

in its flow state. The Earth gravitational pull

 

threw me out to live another day, the brutal tender

 touch. Held in the magic hand of chance, Keats

 words not mine. This occurred thirty years ago, I

 threw it up to roll of my tongue like it were that

 wave yesterday.

 

My friend Shawn listens to me go off on

a tangent and this stream flowed. Shows

How much I have recovered through

writing my blog with thousands of pictures

To flick my memory of hopeless hope.

 

The way this pome moves memory like

A morphic resonance, the body must hold

Muscle memory to throw this up. It must be

like an effortless effort, the backward law.

 

You can’t beat the truth sayer, my broken

mind can’t lie. There is no past or present

tense just now and now. It is on my memory

blog the write hemisphere. I don’t get images

in my mind but I know foxy was there.

 

CRYPT-TO-CHROME-CHIMPANZEE POETRY.