Category Archives: Lovers

ordinary rapture ( pardonnez-moi)

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at least we weren’t speaking french

there was another music etched between us

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etched between us, music notes no other could sense

‘specially in this midnight light at the hush-hush bus-stop

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stopped hush-hushed, this midnight light made ‘specially for us

cold lapping our bare legs, while tidal-tongues go lava-like

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tidal tongues turned lava-like, our cold bare legs lapping each others’ shores

eyes closed, listening for the bus, but not, ear buds in, connecting us

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us, listening, not for the bus, but for the budding connection without ears or eyes

goosebumps raised like brail, jingle-jangled to each touch

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touching raising goosebumps meant as maps, like jingle-jangle trail

dead-scroll pilgrimage attempt washed up on bus stop bench

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attempt a scroll on a dead-phone,stopped, this bench a washed-up pilgrimage

at least we weren’t speaking french

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not a haiku

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NaPoWriMo day 27:-

to write a “duplex.” A “duplex” is a variation on the sonnet, developed by the poet Jericho Brown. Here’s one of his first “Duplex” poems, and here is a duplex written by the poet I.S. Jones. Like a typical sonnet, a duplex has fourteen lines. It’s organized into seven, two-line stanzas. The second line of the first stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the second stanza, the second line of the second stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the third stanza, and so on. The last line of the poem is the same as the first.

so the moon looks small

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there’s no comparison 

my ex had one the size of a hard haribo sweet

tinysweet and beat

with regularity

proclaiming basic humanity without musicality

normality — or so I thought

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you can get used to smallness

or meanness

you can get perplexed by it 

and yet

                                                when we met

i couldn’t see the trees for it

obscured by my habitual vision

thought they were all                              small

but like the moon it was just a question of perspective 

and proximity

we

                                                             got close

                         closer still, my love

my love had one the size of a planet

a heart — so huge as to eclipse all others

no one could see it 

so huge was it

it blocked out the perfect though magnificent

it had craters and lakes

on a landscape formed by energy          synergy

unheard of

unimagined

no one could see the size of it 

except

                                         kaleidoscopically

                         retrospectively

it couldn’t be trusted

to last

light years of liquid and dust 

filled it

even from this distance i felt it

beat

unorderlily complexilily godliliy

silly really

as finalily

it super-love-

nova-ed

from his chest

in a burst

that hurt my eyes

killing him

while creating stars

for my eyes

my entire universe

expires

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not a haiku

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a love poem as well

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NaPoWriMo day 11:-

write a poem about a very large thing. It could be a mountain or a blue whale or a skyscraper or a planet or the various contenders for the honor of being the Biggest Ball of Twine. Whatever giant thing you choose, I hope this chance to versify in praise of the huge gets your poetic engines humming.

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aziz

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Attempted Glosa ( see below )

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cassiopeia tree-heads nod from your skies

to mine though cloud divides muted eyes

i blink through sheaves of sand-gulls screeching

‘criss ink-stained papers, tears leeching

an unknown alphabet-net of dumb faces

i’m hung from tooth and skeins of white spaces

indentations where my head has lain

inventing fabrics of your pillow in vain

no matter, no stuff where dreams are hooked

i go to bed, as you are getting up

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momentary glitch flashes ‘tween lashes

freckles of luminous liquid silences

i rise from these crumpled sheets

still littered with fragile sighs replete

in bellies unmet, limbs hung with longing

a wood-burner bright in my breast, sunset songings

in dull light, my white night dress soaked

in unspoke couplets, threads drift afloat

on twigs rigged with cloud-down as you curl

aziz, on the other side of the world

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water over stones over stretched

connects the dots of lights over ledges

eastwards ascendant scents falling

into premonitions of your gift-intentions

seared on darknesses, stitched in tocsins

i loosen my dream-throat to catch at

from whence you are, lost, dust and ash

notes acriss my midnight coverlet where

aziz, you have scattered the stars

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you go about your day vertically

i go about my night horizontally

wallow-wandering, thought of by me

you think as i think and dream muddily

plucking unstrung pearls you cast emergent

from whence you’ve sent as sacréments

glistening on pregnant sleeping lips

awake, i drink them in intrinsic sips

your water voice falls wild, aziz

towards me here, like seeds

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tocsin: single long note or alarm bell

aziz: beloved

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My lines are chosen from a poem by Carol Ann Duffy

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World

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I go to bed, as you are getting up

in the other side of the world

You have scattered the stars

toward me here, like seeds

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NaPoWriMo day 3 : This one is a bit complex, so I saved it for a Sunday. It’s a Spanish form called a “glosa” – literally a poem that glosses, or explains, or in some way responds to another poem. The idea is to take a quatrain from a poem that you like, and then write a four-stanza poem that explains or responds to each line of the quatrain, with each of the quatrain’s four lines in turn forming the last line of each stanza. Traditionally, each stanza has ten lines, but don’t feel obligated to hold yourself to that! Here’s a nice summary of the glosa form to help you get started.