Poetry #342

WAVERING REFLECTIONS

In park pond thoughts,
Passing forms
Dressed in like garb
The stride
The same
Conversations not
Yet meaningless,
Save in the minds of their creators,
Defined by some structure
Invisible still
The lake listens
And carries the waves
To opposite shores
Ripples upon ripples
Wavering reflections
What seems to be real,
Itself but a surface
A way of looking at things
Beneath, beside, around
Unfathomed dimensions
But hinted in each dot
Of color,
Of bits of information
Mysteriously constructed
In accepted images formed-
Enough though
To sense the awe
The wonder,
The meaning of it.


Poetry #343

NO APOLOGY

Last,
A very old lady,
Came into shop
With someone,
Sat on stool chair.
The shopkeeper spoke
In recognition she turned to look
Without showing any reactions in her face,
Yet wondering who knew her name,
Stared into eyes,
Myself and I got up
Went around
The shopkeeper
Repeated the name - woman
Stared at her,
Which I could see through
Shopkeeper's eyes.
Activity in shop
Setting it up,
As though now,
New items required
Rearrangement.
Either the food
Not the best state her chemistry
Refusing foods.
She seem to like varieties
Then its like
They got too old?
Don't know,
Will try another time....
Thought possibilities in
Vibrations and connections
That matter.
After I talked of the show plans,
People in lives, 'past',
Present experiences,
The welcome to all those
Who would not appreciate,
At the same time
Want one's energy, and
Belittle it, and
Would make one feel guilty
For being the artist...
Tears, laughter,
Don't care,
Don't understand,
And the affirmation
'It is not about me,'
'I am not in control....'
Along with
'Create now!'
Passing through it all.
NO APOLOGY
For being a miracle!
We live in
A state of grace,
Period!
Earth years,
Who cares?
Naught!
What?

©2002 - JV Harvey