Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

I first saw you singing

I first saw you singing
like a bird half-hidden
in a hedge; nervous,
you peered about
the room;
but your swaying hips
were like an earthquake
in my mind, and I prayed
to
see what help came
down;
though truly I did not
want saving from
my obsession:

I wanted to dress you
solely in my desire,
for my eyes to burn
your garments away
like fire.

(Julian O’Dea)

She cried

Punish me,

she cried.

Being a woman

is punishment enough,

I replied.

(Julian O’Dea)

Your swaying hips

Your swaying hips
are an earthquake
in my mind.
I pray to crack
blue heavens and
see what gods
come through.
But nothing saves
me from growing
obsessed by you.
Your lines close
me in, the line
of your fine nose,
your level gaze;
your smile traps
me in your lips.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

The parrot

 

I see the parrot screech and turn

like the figurehead of the wind,

raising its bright, insolent crest

over the wide sea of green fields

below, 

where gleaming irrigation booms 

like rigging on working boats

water the waving grass

to the horizon.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

How sweet the face

How sweet the face

of the baby boy, peering

over the roundness

of his mother’s breast,

intent on his sustenance,

gripping the globe

as if it were the orb

of the entire world.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

As if to settle a question …

As if to settle a question,

the sun breaks through

the cloud and sets the tree

alight, a torch of yellow leaves

like a burning bush,

an utterance from God.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

Sweating salt …

Sweating salt, I dreamed you

on a beach, nude and helpless,

your limbs spread like a starfish;

to be pounded and tossed

by the endless surf and ground

with me into the broken sand.

 

(Julian O’Dea)