Poetry

(Dedicated to Frida Kahlo..Mexican Artist )

One great love

Frida smiles

or sort of

for her..

a latin

beauty

brightly flamenco'd

dolours

in Christmas colour

her costumed

dress sits

boldly

creaseless

upon the painted page...

but this

I do not

notice

like I notice

the furrows

the dark holes

within the ground

creeping inside her back

growing

deeper

like the darkening sky.....

the orange sun

the silver blue

moon

echo

the stains back

of the true earth

the cracks in the

ground...

Esperanza....

talk to me Frida

tell me of your

sorrows

your dreams

wishes..

your loves

your great love

Diego......

everyone

should have

one great love

written in blood

inside their veins...

we have

talked of

this, dear Frida

my great love

and I

compared your orange suns

your silver blue moons...

The last time I saw him

he was looking

for the stars.

Old Music

I want to tell you

that I have no heart

I want to tell you

that should you ever wish to

create some kind of loving feeling in me

that I am empty

yet full to the ache with songs

and the beat beat of my

heart still ticks on sadly

still goes on somewhere

in tune with the

drum of my personal

being...

softly, softly I sing to myself

of sweetness, of passion, of pain

and time spent lived in past lives

and as I sing, I remember nights

weeping on and on

all through the lonely hours

where someone dead

is still playing the piano.

Friday 13th June 2003

Printed in 'A Celebration of Poets', (C)Internation Library of poetry, ISBN 1-888680-54-7

Printed in The Best Poems of 2000, (C)International library of Poetry, ISBN 0-7951-5180-2