would life be simpler,
and totally boring with it?
and poetry, unnecessary?
for instance, you’d know
how much I love you
down to the very first and last eyelash of a kiss
so I wouldn’t need to write
a poem about it
and you’d know that
and I’d know that
but you’d know that
although I know
you know that
there would still be
the miracle
that when I look at you
I see a finer image of myself
reflected in your eyes
would that go, or stay,
if I were you,
and you were me?
for even when we’ve spent a passion’s time,you, all woman and all animal,and then drift gently into sleepand I to watch you drift –you’re straight away a girl again.Do you dream a girlhood’s dearest dreams?or roam a woman’s world?What girlhood’s safe, safe placedo you retreat toin your private sleep?Was it when the only man to…
so no fun enjoying the one;the coughs like an iron file along the lung,coughs that just weren’t going anywhere;and as for the nose-blowing stuff –beats any horror film in Sensurround…and in the midst of all this carefully selectedpersonal misery.a moment of perfection.there it was, full on,looking one straight in the eye:perfection.and because it was perfectall…
said Tagore…just imagine, if the snake said,you can’t see me… no, I’m justa stick of rotting wood,a length of old rope thrown away,mouldering in the undergrowth…or the rope said, I’m reborn!I’m now a snake, I’ve risen in intelligenceand consciousness – watch out, all thosewho treated me so harshly as a rope…or the shell said, how…
to sleep, to dream, I never am averse –to slumber numbed by poet’s numbers deep;so, here’s a verse that’s very brief – a sonnet:just fourteen lines to challenge your attention:please rest your weary ears, I pray, upon it;head up; back straight; let go of any tension;count the passing seconds to that time-I’ll indicate it with…
Red-eyed, those tell-tale diagonal ridgesfrom eyes across the cheeks..we roll in late, proud, but exhausted..our wrists flashing withbling allied to timekeeping…but even we ourselves don’t care;and sore did you say sore…By now, judging from my emails,just about every wage-earner in the East and Westsports a fake Bulgari, Patek Philippe, Gucci,weighing down their wrist; andwho believes…
Can God and Nature so conspireto scarify with hair and fire?
