Tanner Brockwell

there were the grace of line
by tanner brockwell

there were the grace of line
the touch of time
turning mirth in wise
dancing before the eyes
and the skies deep awful shown
tear as amber far from run
there among forgetful homes
sifted trinket careless thrown
lifted relief on stone forms perplexed
the crisscross cacophony
the sky promises blue today
blue for once is all i say
tufts of candy clouds forth reign
a majesty a mighty crown
only the rolling
as silent form
they move to find only distance
a confined dance
eternal cyclical oh refined
these are the matters
this is the time

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coded into references
by tanner brockwell

coded into references
the situations ambiguities
a more robust explanation
that the mystery was phrased
in no certain ways
that here was the deal
here was a time
bargaining for substance
dabbled like bristles
that drying left a vanished trail
across the weft of gessoed canvas
for a might for a right
for the splayed wood upright
that held the frame
while milling milling the guests
murmured of affronts to art
what they mistook what they overlooked
was it was more than art
even more than life

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remember when the fresh sea air
by tanner brockwell

remember when the fresh sea air
traipsed up and down the beach
like a drunken dancer
groovin but movin
a time with time in time
that bump and rush
beware the coconuts
tumbling from the leafy tower
and falling thunk upon the sand
we peeled the husk and tapped a chugging
glug glug a glug of that sweet creamy
sip it trace the lips with white glossiness
and top the cup with icy chunks
douse with milk and stir
until the tingling round glass is chill
and the stirrer frothy wipe
upon your tongue and and taste the raw
sweet sugar from a cane plantation
that we raided in the dim dark moon absent night
and with arms full to sigh we carried them away
our supply our ready bar
our sweet satisfaction
that surprise when both hands touched
and there amongst the sudden
on rush and heady wave
we saw the sunlight peeking up
and there was a gift of new days

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