Post on 11-Nov-2015
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Two
New
Poems
By .. .. b
Martin
Smith m a y 15
Voyeuge
Spring in Brussels
I think it was
And cosied at communal table
Morning drinking tea goddess
purple (I think it)
Silk shirt I think it was,
Unbuttoned, but lacking
Correct insurances, drawing
From my gauche young eyes
Inappropriate stare.
Loveliness does not at all
Equate to heartliness;
And following my unfortunate
gaze earth inheriting pink tips
Jammed violently far from view.
What would my maturer self do now
Faced with the same dilemma,
When all solutions are wrong?
I think a quiet hand on shoulder:
Can you lend tea, your buttons
loose;
and hopes shed patrol what
should be Persian Garden : not
Gulag, with first prisoner poet
for the noose!
But on this lambent
image Ive long dwelt in pensive moments:
diffuse in ache for real heartsong!
Age comes on and
constants jigger, slide away the vast
imperatives of youth...
Now I live in Eternitys shadow,
in equipoise with what
eternal goddesses
wear !
Prospect
As if you were located
At some vantage point
Never far away :
Wonderfully still, and secretly
Linked ;
And we view each new sunrise
Come and go
In a shared appreciation of the soft
Flowerings of time,
As if it had always been like this ;
The texture of each new era
Unclear, like a fishs eye:
Infinite in its milky luminescence,
Halcyon moment
Perched on edge of blue tinged
sky.