As I have been delving recently into a tattered folder of over 50 poems I wrote between 1994 and 2003, I have had a strange sense of reading my own soul’s history. Most of these poems, that I thought were almost perfect at the time, now make me wince and cringe with their sentiments; but they document my own growth during a time when I returned to the page again and again to process the stuff of life. This one is based on parts of The Song of Solomon:
As Long as Life Beats My arms clutch emptiness If I wake without the guardians Of friendship and daylight so I see I am alone and you have gone And I take to the streets To look for you in the places I'd be comfortable to find you Speaking vainly to those who should know you You may tell me another enigma You have hidden in your heart Then walk away into the night But I'll follow you for an answer And when you turn your face away I'll choose the better part Leaving my place in the firelight So I can be under your gaze Eyes without expectation Eyes that are not disappointed Those are the eyes I will die for As many times as leaves have fallen Arms that rest in completion Hands that tell me it has all been done Those are the arms and the hands I will die in As many times as day has run (March 2001)
If you are in the mood for more poetry then I recommend you check out Barbara Lane’s Blog, “this | liminality”, where she is posting some of her dad’s poetry.
… and there’s more of my stuff here.
- A Poem: Waking Journey (seymourjacklin.co.uk)
- Thursday Poem (3quarksdaily.com)
- The Moth – the poem (currentlocationwonderland.wordpress.com)
- Poem: Spinning (postgradpanopticon.wordpress.com)