Monday, May 05, 2003
I've realised I haven't posted a poem that I referred to in my post on the newsletter, on how inaccurate photos can be when they convey that we are feeling "happy" when in fact we are feeling totally disconnected and distraught.
Here it is then:
Dialogue
Look. Can you see me?
For though you see a laughing girl
with crowing babies on her lap,
you see but a shadow.
I am invisible: I fled with the light.
One Sunday I heard him
step off the world: I grasped,
but it was too late.
Now I linger on the edge
searching: floating in the inky
blackness of space.
These words you speak,
these notes I write: they are but
the babble of a background radio.
You cannot know as I pose and smile
that I feel his lips,
his tongue moist and soft and hungry,
my body longs to nestle
in his back.
My mind is precious. For through me,
he lives still. He is in my smile,
my secret look of longing.
He came to me one night
and left his scent on my body.
I reach for him now,
but in the morning
I am left to caress my greenstone
its curves smooth and firm as flesh.
So do not say I am grieving well
as I tiptoe along my tightrope.
You are speaking to a well-constructed mannekin.
Shrunken inside, I pull the ropes
to continue living: the
alternative is no answer.
3/4/03 Glenelg
Piokiwi 1:21 am
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