Monday, September 20, 2004

Once, I Held The Sun

A world framed by constraint
Observed through glass:
Trees, silvered
Denuded by winter’s absence of leaves
Plucky lemons
Hung like yellow Christmas decorations

Bugger Christmas!
The view through Dufy’s window is so free.

September 2004

1 Comments:

Blogger Mary Desmond said...

This one i wiked. Maybe coz it was lighter, fun, just the rhythm of the last verse marked it as a joke. It's how Bach tells jokes with the rhythm. And I guess I liked it because the image was gentle and soft, and I could see the V shaped palms and lying inside on a warm bed watching winter and knowing that Mastercard can't buy that. And sometimes good poetry frightens me because the only reason I know it is good is because that is what they used to make us read at school and I didn't understand dem ones neither. But I learnt to love poetry when I met a poem and people like that are impossible to forget. Your other poem on the other hand, is a little bit more frightening and so I don't really want to say anyting about it. That's the poem above this one.

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