Mirror talk

Not all mirrors work

like Dorian Grey’s portrait
he stayed young while picture aged
not all mirrors work the reverse either
growing younger
but heart is mirror
and so too mind and memory
they don’t forbid
unless we do
and in that mirror
you can age
or un-age
in blissful selectivity
meet people
you never knew could exist:
we are solitary creatures,
us humans,
they say,
but that’s a choice
for those who have heart
have mind
and memory.

 

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Saudades*

Like womb-comfort
mother’s milk fragrance
like love-orbits that crossed
and went their ways,
like a fragrance that caressed
in a train and an after-thought
abrush too late
the soft moment erased
by sand-paper hearts
the erased landscapes
of where we’ve been
and names at memory doors
that will not open
in our chosen incarcerations.

*Saudade: a Portuguese word that has no direct translation in. It describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves.

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DELFT SONG

Island jewel

of a many jeweled island crown

what histories have passed by

what hopes and violence

what left-alones and let-not-be

in years gone by

and centuries too,

but sentinel landmass

marker of verities and falsehood

tell us of the fragrant,

of color and wind-sweep

clouds that passed

and those that broke,

of children being children

and childhood slipping

slower still into youth and adulthood,

of boatscape and palm-line

barbed versions and barbed realities,

time passed, you might say

yes

so fast that nothing has changed.

 

[Inspired by the poetry of Sharni Jayawardena]

 

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