Two Poems by Daniel Barlow

Strata

it was

      strata -- burning up in the sky
      forking summer to a pale white heat

      hard water turning rust at the sink
      pulling courage to the colour
      of Autumn

      and it blazed and it loved and was touched
      and it rose up as it stared back at death
      and it blazed as it fell and was lost
      and it blazed as it fell

and was human.


Sitting Rock

heavy is the sitting rock;
     full of winter sun --
bestowed of warmth you took
                                                                      for closeness.


                                             ----

sun rising --
     moon rises.

                    look there by the water,
     where hieroglyphs
and lighted clefs are speaking.

     look to that Valhalla mist,
where viking ships
          and tenements are creaking.

and here -- a parabola sky,
     and you and i, who watched and were its voicing.

and i, the hand,
     and you, the stone,
composed
                                                                      and set apart,
     as was the living.

                                             ----

sun rising --
          moon rises.

               look there by the water,
     the daughter fled,
          remembering her mother.

western snow-nymph --
     purging health; emerging conscience
envious of hunger.

     sans Mona Lisa' hand
that sat a while --
                                        and trembled for the painting.




                              and here, a paradigm of sun
                                   and you and i were washed and were its breaking.

 
 
 
41, male, New Zealander