Let this be the final time you steal the very words from my mouth
For now you must make your own sound in the dark
And the hallowed other ground be yours alone
To make of what you will
And still remain the memory
Of all you used to take from me
Category: Poetry
# 3
I try to remember clearly
That when all my walls were falling apart
We went to fly a kite
The winds were gusty that day but you kept it off the ground
Untangled and afloat
You were no master but with diligence,
a certain flair
A careful sequence of minute corrections learning as you went
How to manage thin air
#2 Commodity and Access
Commodity and access
You’ve come to move me around
My unmanageable, malleable demeanour
Predictably, difficulty direct
In all it’s acerbic assurance
Displeasing unreasonablenesses
Why won’t I submit
Learn some willingness
Still persisting in this path of pertinaciousness
“Take us to the light, make it alright
Do the fighting for us
Too lucky in your blessings
Too assured and you’re forgetting
You’re just commodity and access”
Poem #1
You can speak and speak
Find all your fancy ways to frame the words
But beyond the fourth wall no one is listening
Many meanings can be gleaned from the tracks of the train of your thought
You could kill yourself
trying to be understood
They can still lay the lines to bind it into lying
And you won’t even know yourself
any more
You’re too old to hold such grudges
too young to let them go
But can you be bold enough to hold your tongue this time ?
To let it all be and leave only love behind
To bend to the sway of the trees and to the warmth of the sun
And one day when you wake up with no words at all
have you lost
or have you won?
Josienne Clarke 