Two New Poems


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1. SOLITUDE

I linger unperceived
in the labyrinth of solitude,
not knowing the onward path
or the path of my return
I see a flight of stairs
a portal to a past forgotten
the contours of shadows
create a landscape of dreams
something forgotten stirs,
a lost memory returns
from between somewhere and nowhere
seeking something nebulous
that is always out of reach

 

Copyright Tikuli

2. INSOMNIA 

two a.m. on Delhi’s post-rain Sunday
I try to wash away the sleepiness
from my insomnia laden eyes
pick a fresh sheet of paper
spread clean water till it sheens
like fresh snow on a sunny day
clean and load the brushes with colours
drop and watch in wonderment
as the colours bleed and waltz
into the white stillness
the ripe colours of autumn,
a drop of sea, the harvest fields,
the washes of sunsets layer after layer
and a moon laid on lake waters
a tender breath of green
a river filled with apparitions,
here now—then gone
wet roads winding around echoing hills
the crisp autumn breeze
floating across the valley
steam rising from a coffee left at the deck
my eyes closed I feel the calm glow
of lights at the water edge
the silent shadows
the peace of the submerged river banks
I dip my brush again as the pigeons rise
followed by the squirrel
and the upstairs neighbour
pounding fresh ginger for morning chai
the trees rise, the day rises
night slowly walks towards summer morning

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Shadow of Iris – Matt Dioguardi



 

He basked
in the unnatural light
of blue orbs
that hovered in his room
and granted a sweet rapture
as they undulated
to secret melodies
that only he could see
in their wavering shimmers.

blue orbs by Matt

 

Facebook helped me connect with a lot of  poets/fiction writers .  While on this wonderful journey there were times

When the heart and mind looked for a place to escape in search of calm and beauty I found solace in The Shadow of Iris.

Matt Dioguardi is an English instructor in Japan and writes soul-stirring poetry. Simple words that take you to some different plain. I love his poems. His blog’s name intrigued me and I searched his About me for a clue and then finally found it in his first post. I wanted to know more about the person who loved Lawrence , wrote poems that transcendent all poetic philosophical emotions , that create magical  kaleidoscopes   and more than anything  make your heart smile.

Here is one more of my favorites from Matt’s collection.

three beats

Nothing more from you
than a wordless glance
in my direction
and my heart
skips
three beats
then flutters.

Matt

I wanted the poet  to tell about his passions, poetry, blog, everything. Here is what Matt had to say :

 

Why the name Shadow of iris?

This is too hard a question, and too long a story. The name was arrived at by trial and error. For very intense personal reasons, I knew I had to have the concept of rainbow as part the title. However, if I used the word “rainbow” directly, the connotations I wanted to emphasize would have been totally lost. So I needed another word. I tried the thesaurus first — no good. I started looking at how the word rainbow had been stated in foreign languages, and eventually started looking at some Celtic then Latin dictionaries on-line. When I came across the word “Iris”, that struck me as intriguing, so I looked it up at Wikipedia, and read about the goddess Iris. Wow … it was *everything* I wanted to convey as far as the concept of the *rainbow*.

Yet just “Iris” didn’t feel right. I needed something else. I must have thought up a hundred different titles the day I was working on this. I didn’t like anything, but I knew I had to use the word “Iris”, and I had given myself a sort of deadline to start my new site, so I was pretty frustrated. The next morning when I awoke, the phrase “shadow of iris” sort of popped into my head. I really liked that … it had an almost Jungian overtone. The rainbow is our hopes, our dreams, yet if we don’t temper them, we fall prey to them. I love what the phrase suggests.

That morning I typed the phrase into Google, I found this amazing passage by D H Lawrence, whom I love, from his book _the Rainbow_. The whole passage has to be read, but just to share two lines, it reads, “And forgetting, startled, she looked for the hovering colour and saw a rainbow forming itself. In one place it gleamed fiercely, and, her heart anguished with hope, she sought the shadow of iris where the bow should be.” It’s was so breathtaking. I knew I’d found exactly the title I was looking for.

Of course, I’m condensing a lot — and the truth is, what the title means is still something full of potential for me to explore. It’s not anything set in stone, I think. The title of the blog is a guide for me — to keep me on on course.

>> What does a poetry mean to you?

Art, in general, to me, is a means of exploration. I think the word poetry itself is huge, and I don’t see it as meaning any one particular thing. It’s everywhere. Just in terms of language, even when reading a very serious non-fiction work, I come across passages that strike me as being poetic in a sense that has little to do with the material actually being presented, and I feel the urge to take that passage and shape it into a poem … to see what happens.

You know, who can say what the limits are to what we can feel or how we can see the world? We can take just a few words and try to phrase them precisely thus — and from that we catch something, a feeling, a mood, an image — and what you catch might not even be the same thing I catch — even from the same words. If we can turn off our TVs for even just a while, if we sit back and just breathe, this is a creative process we can each participate in and share. Scribble a few words down and start to play with them. Watch them move around the sheet and take new positions — see what magic lies within them. It’s a kind of play that reveals stuff to us, sometimes really big stuff, but sometimes really small stuff that hits your right there. I really don’t know what poetry means yet, and I’m still learning about its inherent possibilities.

>>Tell us about the kind of poems you write?

When I write a poem, I see myself this way: I’m in a workshop, and I’ve got some pieces of wood lying around me of various sizes and shapes (free form thoughts scribbled on a piece of paper, word lists, sentences lifted from books, and so on). My job is to try and take what I’ve got in front of me, and to try and construct not only something aesthetically pleasing — but also something meaningful. If I’m really fortunate, what I want is an end product that resembles a kaleidoscope, so that depending on how you look at it, and under what kind of light, you’ll see something unique each time — and not just unique, but potent with meaning. Now, I don’t say I’ve *ever* achieved that — I don’t think I have — but that’s what I am always aiming for.

>>I see you have written some stories too and are working on a novel, tell us about it.

I’m always working on a novel. In the early 90s, it’s frightening to go back that far, I did several drafts of a novel … but the concept was too big, too awesome for me to handle. I wanted more time to work on it, so I did something completely crazy. I quit my job and went to Japan to teach English. It was my hope with a less typical job, and in a more stimulating environment, I could write more. I can’t say it was a mistake, because it certainly wasn’t, but it *was* the death knell for that particular version of that particular novel.

In Japan … I wrote two more drafts for entirely different novels … neither of which felt right. So what did I do next? I got married, studied Japanese, studied philosophy, had two children … and gradually have been trying to find my way back to writing. There have been many false starts, many half halted projects … the main reason for Shadow of Iris is to try and give myself just the right amount of push to get me producing. I love poetry — reading it, trying to write it. But I hope it is just the beginning of the journey (after so many false starts), and I hope I can take the blog in many new creative directions, especially by putting some fiction up on the blog. I have many ideas and this will be a very serious goal for me for 2011. 🙂

>>The audio part makes your poems come alive. Where did you get this idea?

I was very worried that some of my more experimental poems were going to be very hard on the reader, so I thought it would help if I read the poem — and actually, I’ve learned I really do enjoy doing this. I use a WordPress plug-in that I had seen used on a news blog.

>>One more unique thing is that you share works from poets you like. Not many people do that. Any particular reason for that?

People who blog poetry need all the help they can get. I also want to recognize the poetry of other bloggers. I don’t think I’m doing this nearly enough. I want to do it more.

>>Any inspirations? tell us something about yourself and some experience as a writer/poet that you remember fondly.

The number one inspiration is other on-line poets. I read a tremendous amount of poetry on-line, and I think this has had a big impact on me. Other than that, it’s a really weird, long, list containing a hodgepodge of writers and poets and thinkers.

>>Any tips for budding poets?

I hope I’m a budding poet … at least I feel it’s would be presumptuous to call myself anything more than that. As far as advice, the publishing industry is changing. Nobody really understands what will be the effect of not only the Internet, but electronic books, and delivery devices ranging from smart phones to tablet computers. I’ve heard people say poetry is in decline — really? There are so many people out there writing really good poetry on the Internet right now. It’s amazing. It’s a great time to start a blog, or to even just share poetry via Facebook or MySpace. I really don’t believe in the idea that we write only for ourselves, we write to communicate something … and sharing forces you into a greater degree of commitment; it pushes you to try harder. So my advice would be to write, share, and read as much as possible.

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It was wonderful to read what Matt had to say. Thank you my friend for this honor and for featuring my work and that of some wonderful poetry of other blogger poets.
All those who love Shadow of Iris can join the Fan Page on Facebook.
I end the post by yet another lovely verse

 

Blank pages
rise up
and begin a dance
that taunts me;
each sheet
fast enough
to escape
the swiftest movement
of my sharpest pen.

I reach for my coat
and my hat
and I head out the door
yet everywhere I go
there it is
my typewriter
clickety-clacking
a melody
without words.

blank pages by Matt Dioguardi