Friday, February 17, 2012

poem for a woman in a Melbourne bookshop...

otherwise entitled...
"Too Many Women In This World Named Jess."

I do confess

that every day
my sight gets

less & less.

And as I
lose sight of the shore,
lose sight
of the sand;

it is just a trick of the sunlight,

a sleight of hand??

and if this darkness
sneaks (completely) in

i'll think again
of your smile

and be

in lignt.


(Just for the record,
in case you've now forgotten:
A smile
out-trumps a
tattooed line of a dead American poet
on someone's back
every time...

your smile.)

(c) Brent M Harpur, 2012.

"O see the darkness yielding / That tore the light apart
Come healing of the reason / Come healing of the heart."
(Leonard Cohen)