I was cleaning today, going through some old (old!) papers, and I came across a collection of poems I wrote. Here are a couple of my favourites:
*****
he sings the names
with conviction--
so unlike the unconscious
humming harmonies
of night whistling
that I hear so often
in reply to the silence
afforded by intimacy.
those arms are betraying--
strong but terrified
they cling to their fear.
I've felt them and wondered at their contradictions.
beauty offers no protection,
honestly little more
so those strong arms keep clinging
and questioning
and helpless I stand and smile
and wonder--
offering no explanations
whistling in my own darkness
---written early 1990, for my friend Samuel
****
in the green
in the wet
in the smooth
of the deep
green
wet
pools of your eyes
I can see so many things. . .
and then you blink
---22 may 1990 about my then crush, Will.
3 comments:
Hey!
I think I've seen #2 before. Has it been printed somewhere? I like it and remember liking it before. It's now been liked twice.
2x
Sometimes I wish it was 1990 again, so I'll stop before I get nostalgic.
Take care,
CPH
It was printed in one of the Psychodaisies' 'zines, I think. :)
Good to see you here--I didn't know you were a visitor!
I have developed somewhat of a paternalistic streak and periodially make the rounds to make sure that everyone is okay.
;->
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