Poems Folio 1

 

 

Marginalia

 

How to bookmark days?

dog ear corners, tear edges

of the few that deserve

 a pride of place.

 

Moments of joy,

long hours of pain:

we should hoard the broken shard,

the diamond ring,

the odd blood stain.

 

Because returning after days, 

creases cease to resonate.

Stranded, we can recall only

an yearning 

to be somewhere,

anywhere:

hope to be more than marginalia

on edges

that were once days

 

 

 

Epitaph

 

they broke in to find

a lamp pooled 

around her

upturned palm

on which

a moth lay

serene

 

a tabloid the day after 

cleverly moralised how both 

had flown

too close to the 

light

 

but her deep dives

into tranquil

pools of light were

utterly unlike

the moths incandescent 

suicide

 

 

 

Rodin’s Dream

 

your hands like 

a cathedral

aflame

cupped around a

candle so

 

 

 

High Seas

 

 

She will jump ship 

at high tide,

jettison your love 

at sunrise.

 

Do not anchor yourself

to heaving decks,

beg forgiveness

or pledge reckless abstinence.

Your SOS matters

even less.

 

Abandon hopes of 

islands in the sun

of beacons flashing salvation.

 

Refuge lies elsewhere

beyond distant shores where

horizons meet

the sea of galilee.

Maybe.