Saturday, 18 April 2009

Salsa Workshop Poem



The truth of it

The monumental blue clouds sit heavy on our horizon,
but I am trying to tell a story of the inside, here,
though there’s something to be said for the looming.

It all comes down to your monumental I don’t know,
drama lent to it from the blue-cloud sky I stared at
to avoid your eyes. Or perhaps it was you
who avoided mine – who said outside, look,

the monumental blue clouds are filling the night

and me who agreed, who held on to it, who is here now
waiting for this I don’t know to happen amidst all the other unknowns
we wait for and prepare. I clamber out, slip between
the blue damp and home; a resolution, of sorts,
and your heavy I don’t know obsession in my pocket.

3 comments:

  1. Really good. I love your use of repetition and the heavy, slightly sinister emotional content. The situation lends stronger 'background colour' than it would if it were made explicit.

    My only quibble: the line
    and me who agreed, who held on to it, who is here nowshould, for grammar' sake, read
    and I who agreed, who held on to it, who am here now.

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  2. Ah yes, very good grammar point, thank you. And thanks, too, for the encouraging and helpful comments. They're always appreciated!

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  3. Love it! so much. i also like that you comment back as your old catalogue25 self like its not far enough into twentysix for it to be really you yet.

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