Five Poems by Charles A. Perrone

 

Dreamed Vs. Dreamt

 

 

dreams are dreamt and meant to occur 

dreams are dreamed and deemed to be 

dreams are dreamt to justify oneiric activity 

dreams are dreamed to unleash imagination 

dreams are dreamt to enjoy spatial disorientation 

dreams are dreamed to so go with aerial flotation 

dreams are dreamt to let logic lose its few bearings 

dreams are dreamed to allow illogic to gain steams 

dreams are dreamt to compare cool comparisons 

dreams are dreamed daily and nightly to be sure 

dreams are dreamt to be fertile fodder in jovial journals 

dreams are dreamed to be folly filler in frightful freefall 

dreams are dreamt / dreamed as participles  

participating in practical parcels of time travel 

dreams are dreamt and dreamed over and over 

in endless ceaseless unyielding consistent rotations....

 

 

Heard and Word 

 

What I thought I heard the singer singing was 

< I don’t know if the sky’s becoming blue comes from God 
or if the colour that makes the day blue might come from your eyes> 

That, I really did feel, was truly a romantic expression of wonder. 
But I could not help adding that I remain sceptical. 

For how do I know if the supposed supreme being cited even exists? 

Or if the perception of celestial azure is not just another optical illusion? 
Perchance the very blueness of the heavens itself constitutes the divine. 
And the reflections of admired vision may be just a form of diversion. 
In any case, we might all remain less restive 

if songs simply did not prompt such divination.

 

 

Bone generates Bone (Hunches for Hutches) 

 

 

a jovial chap wonders 

to whom he could sell a substantial set of china 

authentic imported bone china, floral pattern, 

of which each service-for-several may represent 

the promise of a family with friends, or of friends— 

or even of fiendish conspirators seeking to sparse it all, 

the importance of bone, 

authenticity,  

and porcelain itself— 

cups, saucers, trios of plates, 

tureens, platters, younger-older mates, 

even candle-stick holders that prompt inquiries 

about how they are all materially related as 

a jovial chap wonders.

 

 

Calendar-in-Motion 

 

This spring-time in the fall may be the last time 

to remember the forgotten dreams of summer 

to make an autumnal push toward vernal change 

in these weeks and months to come in winter next 

to absorb and vet seasonal un-doings or downfalls 

to look up and gaze forward sans sense of pause 

to shifting shadows and up-lifting turns of fortune 

that may leap from previous states over others 

to a current affirmation of chance-destiny-fate.

 

 

Game-Time Recollection in the Age of E-Mail 

—with apologies to W.W. 

 

I forgot to remember to recall all the many 

messages I had inadvertently remanded to the 

mathematical control manifold master center. 

But then after midnight it proverbially dawned 

on me and the cliché light bulb went on and on 

as I saw the ghostly profile of a friendly five- 

digit manual member switch from off position 

to an emotional on to hand me a welcome win 

and everything was left in tranquil perspective 

allowing me back in the fold again able to move.

Charles A. Perrone: born in the Empire State of New York, grew up in the Golden State of California, last studied in the Lone Star State of Texas, completed a career in the Sunshine State of Florida. Back on the Central Coast of California after a forty-year absence to think, write, play music...