poetry
Connecting Women 2012 photo Renée Veldman-Tentori
At the start of 2012 I set myself the challenge of not only writing more poetry but performing it too. This, I have achieved, though learning them by heart is by far the hardest part – much worse than writing them or performing.
Last night, I performed three poems for the Connecting Women Festive Bazaar’s talent show and this, Cusp, was one of them…
Cusp
Now that I’ve found poetry
life sags without its hint of cusp
that grips the heart
and stabs it with a blade
of sharpened grass
or softened glass
and makes me smack my lips for more.
I hold out my hungry bowl
for seconds, even thirds,
for I am never satisfied
with less
than magic.
No village hill –
I crave mountains.
No minnowed stream –
I scream for oceans
that spread their watery skirts beyond the edge, towards infinity.
Now that I’ve found poetry
nothing else will do.
Light me a candle –
I need fireworks;
friendships that flash and sparkle,
to leave embers that sustain me
once the door is closed.
Now that I’ve found poetry
let its tears ride tramways in my veins,
lead to my flexing fingers
that they may twitch and seek the pen
and permanence on the page.
