Judy Zarrella |
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Blue Poems |
© 2000 by Judy Zarrella and gangan books australia |
BLUE
This closed eye.
Godless. Godforsaken.Bluebird. Dead.
The crushed egg.
Blue bruise.Blue vein pulsating.
Blue as a blunt blade.
For-get-me-not.Cracked blue halo.
Blue idiom. Blue embrace.
Feverish blue.Like midnight, sometimes.
Casual blue.
A gesture of hands.
BULB
Amazing burst of beauty
shimmering
on a fragile stem.
Purple bells
nodding in a crystal glass.
My baby daughter's eyes
open to the world.Love is (like) this.
CRITIQUE OF A PHONECALL
When ringing
stay calm.Remember to remember
every word
and record the silences.Listen to the laughter
broken by indrawn breath.The fractured sentence,
Changing the subject;
Spiralling into nonsense.Listen to background sounds.
Rhythm, hum, and glass shatter.Remember to write a letter tomorrow
specifically to say
every word was heard.Hang up gently.
ANOTHER BLUE POEM
How shall I live
what on earth
shall I do?Blinding blue.
Ethereal blue with a touch
of white.
A Nietzschean hot star -'Oh blue melancholy'.
Minor third, a bit flat,
worried not.Blue is the colour
of strangled victims.The examining Angels consider
the evidence.
Certain drugs
stimulate a sensitivity
to blue.Remember this:
Nostradamus prophesied
the Anti-Christ
would wear a blue turban.Ssh, Ssh, I'm walking slowly.
The bright sound of pain
pushes me
to the edge of a blue wave.Artery blood
is the bluest red.Grief and loneliness
makes blue fools
of everyone.
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