Thursday, May 30, 2013

newton's third, or c.p. cavafy

newton’s third ,  or c.p. cavafy



I marked the place with scissors

Because that’s all I had then….all that was conveniently at my fingertips

Daintlily reading titles,  so different from one another….

From  The Next Table to Herodes Atticus

From barely trying to trying somehow too hard

Impressive still.

Such a pretty book in blues and browns…blue dotted binding made me laugh


 I read the preface.

And I discovered my poet brother:  tormented and secretive, classically erotic…

Was also gay.

Then I replaced my scissors.

Friday, May 17, 2013

Ocean’s breath for Stephen and Lorca

green how I love you green:
the tint of my faerie wings in
gossamer’d foamy ocean love
whispering to the gypsy moon above:

I hear him calling me from that foamy wide?
familiarly around my waist his laced fingers slide
so perfectly willing and thrilling my soul
green goddess beauty in love made wholly

free in silver flight, misfit hazy skimming
across that ocean’s breath this starry night ~

green how I love you green,
the silver blue green mingling of the sea,
phosphorus currents mixing magically
igniting imagination’s fire, your eyes shining

free in desire, poet’s hazy dreaming
upon that ocean’s breath this starry poem is agreeing~

with that green fading into blue, silver laced melancholy
falling ~ I hear your ocean’d breathy voice calling

and we’re closer…

closer to that green.