Friday, July 25, 2003
New poems:
No Juliet
I am no Juliet,
riding the storms of first love.
We had our seasons
to dig with daggers
to lick wounds clean
and kiss them dry.
You tugged
like the sea pulling on the shore,
and I rose to your freshness
like salt-loving sand.
We swayed to the swell of the moon.
And now you have ebbed
and left me dry,
though your lips were warm
when we parted.
I seek a poisoned chalice
To toast those
Who yet cannot accept our love.
But I am no Juliet.
Phaeton’s chariot comes
I look to the light
but shadows remain.
BH 19.5.03
I wrote this some time ago. Many of you will know that my parents never approved of me having a non -chinese boyfriend; after many heated battles, in later years this became a problem that they just ignored and hoped would go away. For me, too, life became easier once I discovered the Chinese Parental principle of "hear no evil, see no evil" - ie even if they knew something was going on, if no one mentioned it they wouldn't have to respond. But now I profoundly regret the fact that I didn't insist they acknowledge Casey's importance in my life. They continue to ignore it, though that doesn't mean they don't support me in other ways.
Peace Negotiations
Our sources indicate
The war may be over
An uneasy truce suggested
By our spies on the border.
After 8 years
Of an all-out conflict
Battles the neighbours could hear
An unexpected event has occurred
Negating all previous hostilities.
Formerly, each side arrayed
Along unclear boundaries
Communication made difficult
By language dissimilarities.
Then followed a withdrawal of troops
A fragile ceasefire
Covert missions
Attempts to decipher code.
Despite peacekeeping missions
No agreement was reached.
But now a natural disaster
Rendering troops invalid
Has occurred, though policies are intact.
I’m ready to sign a treaty. Are you??
BH 14/6/03
After that note, sonething a bit lighter might be in order. I present here a poem I wrote for the Poets in the Pub in Broken Hill a few weeks ago. It was very well received, though when I first started it there were a few startled looks about where I might be going with it!!
The Great Show
Come all ye punters, hear my verse
I promise you, it’s sweet and terse
I’ll thrill you to the very core
So you’ll be crying out for more
Watch me as I lift my dress
A little cleavage, flashing breast
The plebs will gasp in muted awe
As underwear falls to the floor
And now I stand, my skin is bare
I’ll unzip that, to make you stare:
I let the bones, the organs fall
Now just my soul is bare to all
Watch it sparkle, twist and roar
Try to catch it as it soars
Dare to listen as I scream
Then walk with me to follow dreams
But every song must have its day
As I walk off the empty stage
Ask, can you play the poet’s part?
Come take the stand, and show your heart.
White Cliffs 28/6/03
Piokiwi 2:27 pm
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