POEM OF THE WEEK

(First published in Agenda and subsequently in Bewildering Stories (2020) and is included in  my new collection Shipwrecked published in March 2020)

CHERCHER LE MOT JUSTE

 

 

poetry is                          arc

                                          hi

                                          tect

                                          ure

texture

 

b(are) b(ones)                     that connect

that shock                            shifting syntax

 

held               together            tethered

 

by mortar               (je ne suis pas morte)

 

b(lur(r)ed words / us             

 

poetry is                col

                                our(s)

                               

the cool of an o(live) grove            (je vivre)

                                                                 

monochromatic

elegance           flights of avocets

 

& the Alps repeat themselves in a rush of white after white after white

                                               

 

poetry is                               sound                                  hymns & rhythms

 

               cadence of languages / engages / through the ages

                                                               

 

 

poetry is               smell                   causes   nos(e)talgia        

 

memories je(welled)                                     (joie de vivre)

 

                                roses quivering in gardens / arden(t)

 

petals scatter / attar                                          like dreams

 

remembered fragrances of re(ember) (r)ed fires                                                   

 

petrichor in the morning

 

asthmatic lungs of seawater-scented breath

                                                                                    beneath cliffs

drifting down –

                                a downward drift

 

                seaweed l(edge)s                     sargassos

                                                               

 

poetry is               I am(bic) (m)etre          I am(b) what I am(b) enjamb

ment (meant)

 

(mettre en pause)                                 (chercher le mot juste – comme il faut)

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