4 – between memories
While walking through the renaissance in Florence,
I found the Madonna on the floor
With chalky tears
from the hand of an Asian master.
I dodged the dervishes;
shroud swirling Senegalese.
Fong kong penny prada…
Sunglasses for Shehnaz…
Polizia!
And they take up the dance
With their sheets up to the sky,
and gone, just drumming souls on the cobblestones.
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Tambourines and tannoura
March 12, 2010 - 1:34 am
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To play the castanets, to really play the castanets, one must have a personality that is bigger than all of the room.
It is the same with the zills.
It must be a personality so expansive and enshrouding that it mutes the collective ear-drum drubbing of the mazamir and slows down the systole-diastole of the daff until [...]
29 – pupil dilation
March 2, 2010 - 11:31 pm
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and right out of her mouth
flew an eagle
soaring and swooping.
What a bird!
Unlike anything
I’d seen or heard.
Oh, but I heard
and it didn’t sound
oppressed to me.
–
(Of course, if I understood more than one-seventieth of what she was saying, I’d be able to provide a fleshier commentary. But, g’damn, her voice is impressive.)
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28 – completion made manifest
March 2, 2010 - 9:19 pm
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He butters my bread on both sides.
Just when I believed
with all of me
that I could never,
ever, ever,
ever,
even
possibly,
in one
billion lifetimes,
or two,
or three,
love a
millimetre more,
he goes
and makes
the perfect
chicken and
mayonnaise
sandwich.
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amen
27 – in names
February 28, 2010 - 7:34 pm
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Until That Day
on which
in his
name I will
be called,
I will
be
called
in his name.
26 – for when I learn some strings
February 28, 2010 - 11:42 am
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Looking for a piece of quiet,
some cool down to rest this mind.
Looking for a gentle nothing,
some soft peace, the praying kind.
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A big bad block, but there’s always a poem
A twitter rhyme/twyme
24 – dream things
February 24, 2010 - 6:11 pm
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The rinsing through of passing years
puts a fair amount of
stretch and fade
in to the spaces between mistakes.
Just three more minutes
on this cycle
and you will never have happened.
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Shaira
23 – between memories
February 24, 2010 - 12:14 am
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I remember when that
hairdresser in Germiston
told my mother
We don’t cut Indian hair.
Their strange scissors could have
cut through concrete and my
toddler curls,
the way they sliced my mother so.
–
(Indulge me, I’m busy filing.)
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21 – between memories
February 22, 2010 - 1:13 am
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Little boys don’t make passes at fat girls with glasses; frizzy-fringed at the top of their classes.
They were dumb as molasses they’d only harass us, for homework copied on noble gases.
Grown-up girls don’t make passes at dumb boys, those asses.Have no timefor those stuffed with what crass is.
I will tell you what sass is it’s [...]
20 – between memories
February 20, 2010 - 7:08 pm
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We fail little girls
by not presenting
them with the
alternatives.
Think of the waste
that is a plait
pulled
and
oiled
and
love-in-tokyo-ed.
When God
gave us the faculty
to use scissors,
I could have been as free
as Abdul across the road.
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18 – Between memories
February 18, 2010 - 5:50 pm
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Patient.
As you
must be
with pomegranates.
The good jewels
stick.
Membranes
are finicky.
But do
take the time.
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January 20, 2010 - 9:56 am
I know Shehnaz!
January 9, 2010 - 2:15 pm
You weave very good pictures with your words
January 12, 2010 - 2:01 am
Thank you Ms Wordy:)
January 7, 2010 - 4:23 pm
Back at ya:)
January 5, 2010 - 10:38 am
from MTAOID (indian delights) to a post a day … either which way, let’s hope twenty zen brings a special sort of productive peace to us all. i love these posts, something to look forward to every day :} …