z
till from a listless skyward breast,
it can't draw more -
Time,you naughty child, you need
a mother and some manners.
move me
I am slow to move
and once moving
slower still
dawn to dusk, cicadas sing
and still I languid lie -
in the heat! in the haze!
where patience passed the passing gaze
that skyward flew
knew I somehow
the bead that then beaded my brow -
all at once
eyes skimming the slurry soup
of noun and verb and god-awful adjective
of cursive alphabet and
where memory was a delicious
possibility pawing
at my conscience, consciousness
my father was the ice-cream man
each summer I would ride on top
of his little caravan, and we would
resurrect the moms and daddies melting
squatting in the smarmy sun and
picking strawberries, laughing
Navita wrote:
Blue Diamond
I gave you a deep blue crystal
the whitewater day before you
left us.
When I was twelve
in a slash of space-light, I
watched it grow into a perfect
copper sulphate diamond –
I only had to turn away
and it had blossomed.
Four and a half fingers,
cracked iron poles grasp it now; you
wanted it, you say you are
sixty-six but you’ve said that
for almost forever.
I recognise the soft patter
of ma’s footstepts, father’s thump,
I learnt them young – somehow
the mocking slappity-slap of your
mouse-yellow, two dollar
jandals I never needed to master.
In the flying oval lip of
morning,
5 o’ clock, you rose
and yelped your prayers in
the cavernous kitchen-lounge
where we had made a shrine. I
clamped my pillow over my ears
unable to even softly dream.
You are a hoarder, fighting
over your skyless stash of odds
and ends, stabbing me with
your vegetarian glare and
raspy silence when I used the
fishknife on the melon and took
a month to master the blubbery
art of knitting scarves – but no,
I think you will keep it, this
clear-dark diamond, if not
because I made it but as
it’ll fetch a toe-high price,
since at any skittering instant
it might fall and shatter.
Note: everything is true, true, true here, and I don't know if I've done it right - what message do you get out of it? What feeling? What is the significance of the blue diamond? I want to make sure I've got that across right.
your voice, tender, leading
me through the proof of induction
and complex numbers.
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