Curved, straight, geometric-cone
Sphere, ball, smoother stone
All identity removed
All emotion removed
Stood still; upright and straight
Defiant
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Curved, straight, geometric-cone
Sphere, ball, smoother stone
All identity removed
All emotion removed
Stood still; upright and straight
Defiant
Reds, browns, yellows, oranges, greens
Cream, did you say cream
These were your colours were they Z-B?
Modigliani, Matisse, Alexander Archipenko
Auguste Rodin, Rodin did you say
And these were your eminent contemporaries Z-B?
I step sideways besides a Giacometti
Forwards, there a Pablo Picasso; TĂȘte de Femme
Sideways Giacometti, straight ahead Pablo Picasso
Slow down, stand back, take a breath
At the entrance, on the wall - a self portrait
The pastel chiselled features of a most attractive younger man
A short life, she the second part of your name
A woman almost twice your age, such life in a short life
Home thoughts from abroad, in your own self portrait
Context: Your contemporaries live forever
Pretext: The war came, you never…
Cut it straight
Point out the detail
Turn the corner
Sharp
The war is upon us
Watch the video-poem here: https://youtu.be/CLBGpGtgPr4?si=S7w2tXyRsHEanJAh
If ever
One
If ever
Two together
One
If ever
To treasure untethered
Two if ever
One
Together
One
If ever
Together with love
Construct and construct again
Shave away the viewpoint
Open a door, open a window
Bring me to your close quarters
Take me by the hand
You already have my mind
Take me to your meadow
I won’t, I will not decline
Lay down the fragrance of death
Pick up the dead or dying
Fold, pile, compress
Tease out with clinical precisions
Leave me a little gentler
A small space in my pastoral mind
An impression deep in my psyche
A place for future incisions