In Her Eyes
If the afternoon light
is low, winter light from the west,
I sometimes see myself
in Terri's eyes as we make love.
It isn’t the same me,
the me I see in a mirror.
I feel the heat of sex,
but I see in her eyes the flash
of my eyes, my passion.
I like the me I see, the me
Terri sees, lips parted,
breath short, scowl of concentration,
body tense, arching—me,
alive in a way no mirror
could reflect, a me that
I will never see in full, for
only in these fragments,
in passion, does this me exist.
~~~
The subject matter may be unvaried, but the form keeps changing.
This is loosely based on a Vietnamese form of poetry called Lục bát, which means six-eight. The poems begins with a six syllable line, followed by an eight syllable line, alternating, always ending on an eight syllable line.
What can't be done, easily, or at all, in English, is to capture the musicality of the language, which is integral to the meaning of the words.This is a poor cousin to the real thing, but I wanted to try the form.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L%E1%BB%A5c_b%C3%A1t
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-01-27 at 10:12
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