hankarcher

Reflections, of sorts, in verse, of sorts.

Month: January, 2012

Great bodies of water

remind me of steaks,
coloured raw by some frigid spotlight
made by giants bored
with dinner.

They play with my perception
and their food.
Hide broccoli branches of
seaweed crumpled amid cloudy napkins,
planning their disposal over edges
of the world
following dessert.

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photo Jo ©2012

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Chair

There’s a chair in the corner of
my bedroom
wooden
that I never sit in.
It
just sits.
Leaning,
arms crossed,
with a smoker’s attitude.

I at first
dropped it there to keep it out of the way.
Then it looked good,
academic, warm.

Finally, I promised me I’d
read in it —
only my favourite books.
To remind me the bedroom
isn’t only for sleeping.

Today and tonight, like
every day I can remember here,
I walked in,
shuffling,
looked at it, nodded, got
the same in return.
And fell to the sheets
in prayer.
Too tired.
Too worked.
Too dizzy with days
to sit or read

and remember.

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photo Jo ©2012

Beginnings

Starting new things
is easy most days
dawn occurs
without me.

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photo Jo ©2012