Pterydactyllic hexameter

Pterydactyllic hexameter

chasing a cold font musing and stopped there, my glove in its beak,
flying away from spasms of thought leaking, through windows
to the great open skies of unthinking thought;
reptile bird smiling at taking, hardly a new thing,
this glove from my bed.

aftermath

magnetized, suspended, in slow motion.
and though undeterminable and undecipherable,
here and whoknowswherelse;
surely, everywhere to someones
and nowhere to others.
the cryptic illusion masks the fleshless faces.

prunes and apricots and nuts,
raisons of all colours...
food for thought.

coffee, tea and inorganic
fountains of life
falling on dry rockbeds.

CLOUDBANK

the day opens as the clouds move to the east,
exposing a yet veiled sun.
the bamboo droops from yesterday's storm,
to threaten the gems
that grow from the moss.

But, then hardly see
the cotton-like wisp wings of seeds
that return to Earth before frost.
and what is left unknown?