Drunken Questions |
Sleep kept snatching at me last night whilst I lay abed watching Kings and Queen. Catherine Deneuve: me in her thrall. In a white coat smoking long slim cigarettes.
Beautiful in a minor role;&...
Posted by dianne on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 03:19:00 PST |
She Never Dreams of Fire |
she sat in the church porch
her back to the notice board
with its flailing messages
listening for silence
thinking of things
that opaque blue glass in a jar on the window ledge
his Pr...
Posted by dianne on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 11:19:00 PST |
Aubade |
of course I live in the basement
of a low slung house that is me
wallpaper maps, little chapters
of this life all divided up
packaged like villages
counties and cities
here are the puckere...
Posted by dianne on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 11:40:00 PST |
Airmail (at last) |
I kneel under apple boughs
planting bulbs: a whole spring
I no longer spin threads or
fine stitch canvases
or peel oranges late at night
or hull fresh peas by day
they brought me ...
Posted by dianne on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 10:32:00 PST |
Moth Language |
it is one below zero
but the moon is full
little bright yellow leaves
still cling to spagnum moss
in the kitchen garden
you rebuilt the vine house
varnished it in red
replaced the ol...
Posted by dianne on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 03:03:00 PST |
Time to Learn a New Language |
of course my mind is fit to bursting
with doves
I put them there; in this home-grown cage
of bone
collected them like words; where they multiplied
A to Z
sometimes when my upbringing cracks
a ...
Posted by dianne on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 02:08:00 PST |
My God |
in light of wild autumn
I met God
I wore Draupadis' sari
he wore a mantle
of late heavy green
deftly touched here and there
in desert red dust
after harmattan
that evil thing
voluminous folds ...
Posted by dianne on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 11:26:00 PST |
Wednesday through to Saturday |
she came to a full stop
late night on Wednesday
Midsummer Murders on TV
then white noise, the moon rose up
her hands like hen claws
or dry brittle autumn leaves
in her dimity aproned ...
Posted by dianne on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 10:39:00 PST |
I have preceded myself |
and so I precede myself
after leaving my selves behind
last night in my dreams
I missed the ladder step
and hang suspended
in night
til dawn
it slid in
lemon and pewter
past the roma...
Posted by dianne on Sat, 17 Nov 2007 01:20:00 PST |
Eating One Lemon Tart with Two Spoons |
up through the mulch of black charcoal
a plethora of narcissi: in bud
lovingly swaddled in fresh green
costumes like small Chinese acrobats
quaint and defiant in autumn
underneath drumming spiked ra...
Posted by dianne on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 12:40:00 PST |
