This first poem would benefit from a photograph of the scene it describes but I didn't think to take one at the time. So you will have to make do with this word picture.
rows of silk flowers in the rain
outside the bargain centre
they gift larger than life colours to the day
multiplied reflections in the pavement pools
and we who hurry by with heads bowed
break into a smile to see such brightness
It was not until after I had passed the shop that the line silk flowers in the rain do not need water popped into my head. It was such a dismal afternoon I did not think to go back and take a photograph. This next poem is self explanatory.
faced with writing a eulogy
I paragraph their experience
make sense of their happen chance
chart the voyage of their life
that I watched from the sidelines
a bit player in their grand narrative
my pen describes the new made void in all our lives
It is a work in progress. It isn't complete. Watch this space. It's strange how some poems you want to make work never quite do. Let's hope this one will land safely.
I've been listening to Naissan Jalal's latest cd Rituals and it is quietly beautiful. Well worth looking out.
Until next time.
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