Already denied both youth and love
was denial to include movement too
so the mind was to make real, memories lost
and imagines made, where floating free, love was again
when Debussy touched the skin, as if ivories played
and warm wind flowed past as the finest silk
being woven in, to hair as gold as the wedding ring
and imagines made, where floating free, colour flowed again
where spinning round accompanied by smiling joy
moving to the back of the mind, a whole universe like a fairground ride
colour speeding past with only moving air, as the accompanying sound
and recall made a time when hyperbole was a smile, not a frown
Recall the warmth of a boarder day, pale lemon yellow
and the sharpest grey on reflected sculpture balls
and recall made a time when hyperbole was:
the sky framed by a window in a dome
your silhouette against the picture of NO
how true this was to be
and recall made a time when hyperbole was a frown
and the silky black of loving nights
poems and reading shared
your voice so tender and true
and recall made a time when hyperbole was all that was left of you
smells of basil, lemon grass, musk oil and linen pressed
cashmere warmed by a long walk, earth on your hands
strawberry juice, making the jam
words and ideas shared
so much culture found, horizons as wide as the desert sands
the universe so large, held in the palm of the hand
I recall us, I recall you.
Refer to: Aug 2020 – Colour coded
The sentiments of this poem seem clear even though some of the language is ‘experimental’ (imagines made, recall made, representations of hyperbole). The structure of 3 line stanzas each followed by a slightly varying refrain is satisfying. Is it significant that this refrain is omitted after the penultimate stanza?
Oh my goodness, I am not a technical poet, so don’t understand all that you have said, but I do appreciate your comments. Think it’s time I did a bit of poetry study!!!
It is a really lovely, quite haunting piece of poetry.