Image: Some mind chatter scribbles from my journal 01042016
April is ‘Poetry Month’ in American and Canada and quite a few people jump on the bandwagon here in Oz too. So I figured why not?
Returning to some work, creating some new things. Will share a poem a day here during April. This one started life in April 2013, I’ve used some of the ideas but given it a new skeleton and rewritten almost entirely this evening while sitting on the couch watching ‘Brother Bear’ with my smallest human.
A question mark in the shape of a stain
Shouldn’t be a question. Couldn’t be an answer.
A statement pile. To shift through. Lift through.
You are set adrift,
too.
Empty ache. Hungry sorrow. Eyelid twitch
of a sleeping dog.
Who are we kidding?
Anyway.
He is red and smells like wet soap and socks
I forgot what you asked,
I was trying to answer.
Trying
to.
Sheets of gyprock. Unfilled walls. Unspilled halls.
His silence –
Soaks into the carpet.
With me.
With my sinking knees.
Chandeliers on the end of my ears.
His pipe on the end of my nose.
Where does lost love go?
I am left.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Left.
creating art in the desert 