Two summer sonnets
1.
Here’s a heat that’s borne
far from the clouds, down
from where images are blown
among horizons, onto noon
to where waves finally crawl
on street glass and blistery frame
over skin remembered cool.
We edge a little, some
glint in the blue spar
or fade at the doors
opening breathy disrepair
wait for the hours
dreamt cold as we rose
clear and far off paradise.
2.
Perhaps the grip’s become less firm
life not lived rather than might be
as if I’m no longer living in my room.
I’ve lifted, lied and made things fly
out of mornings into flaring noon.
All the leaves in the garden burned.
Where’s the example when there’s none?
All spare minutes are consumed.
I’ll talk my way out of possession
and settle in the bland square suite.
How light feels when things are gone
even if windows are obstinate.
When the future knocks on its demand
I can imagine ways I’ll be found.
Jill Jones
11 January 2006, Sydney
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Jill Jones
Latest books:
Broken/Open. Available from Salt Publishing
http://www.saltpublishing.com/books/smp/1844710416.htm
Where the Sea Burns. Wagtail Series. Picaro Press
PO Box 853, Warners Bay, NSW, 2282. [log in to unmask]
Struggle and radiance: ten commentaries (Wild Honey Press)
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