Visual Poetry from Pob Hosking
To Describe Dreams
purpose and meaning
have long been debated.
finding shapes in
static
language in
noise,
waking to describe
dreams.
To Sin
Strange are the ways of evil.
IT IS A SIN TO
feel no
regret.
No shame no fear
It is a sin to
know
peace
A Wild Sky
dust settles
Over the soul-snagging land
the sun
slipping softly
one sparkling drop
lingering
nearly perfect
in
a wild sky,
one enormous bruise
This Stranger
“Who is this stranger with the brave
Imagination.
I know the face and I know the voice,
But
The truth
is extraordinarily slippery
Prolonged Delirium
life
is a prolonged delirium
queer and alien.
save me from This
complicated fiction
‘tis grotesque!
Coming Awake
Coming awake
In the
comfortable hum of
afternoon.
feverishly
tentatively
That Uncertain Feeling
I WANT IT NOW
THAT UNCERTAIN FEELING
the placid tenor of life
disrupted
tranquil routine
vividly
disturbed
virtually
challenged
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