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.