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MONKEY POLE......... (the evolution of recovery)

The sun throws

a shimmering

shadow on my wall.

A shadow within a shadow,

an image within a image

like a heat hazed mayhem.

I ponder a book

on the graphic works of

M.C. ESCHER a man way
ahead of his time, his drawings

of rippled water are like

the splash of shadowed summer

on my wall. The evolution

of his surrealism must have been like

the diagrams of Darwins mind,

you have to go down to come up.

Birds become fish and fish become sky

spanning acres of land.

Life is there in that shadow,

Dancing leaves upon my wall.

My carer put me to bed at 9pm and left

me to play with my monkey pole.

My home is like a hospital

there is a wet room and

and a wheelchair and rails for me

to pull up from but not

pull down.


this is a new poem and like the cafe can i ask you all to folllow the blog and tell me you are intersted if i set an exercise.   i need your support.