Poetry

Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. It took a few days before I started feeling better again. I asked my friends to look and comment. Sometimes I wonder if my large myomas have started shrinking. I will become insane without it. But looking at the book again, it ...

Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I asked my friends to look and comment. By that time I was more focussed on writing poetry. There was a very good comment from Ferdi. But I didn’t really see them as paintings. I see them as poems. But ...

Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. My cat Earl Gray liked to stay there with me. I felt too exhausted. But looking at the book again, it is a very important personal project. I am an introspective person. I prefer to sit quietly and ponder on ...

Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I asked my friends to look and comment. There was a very good comment from Ferdi. But I didn’t want to change the draft. I felt too exhausted. But looking at the book again, it is a very important personal project. It’s ...

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The queen dies before rainfall. Soldiers, droning. The wooden house is emptied. Hollowed, ground. The wife now aged and weary. Love, unfound. Termites trail uphill. Workers, seeking. Fatima Lasay, San Roque Friday, June 6, 2014

Verdant leaves of sweet potato. Lush, free. Food in exchange for money. Silver, tin. To buy food in verdant foil. MSG, plastic. Idle lands crack and split. Cough, spit. Fatima Lasay, San Roque Friday, June 6, 2014

White meat shrivelled glistened. Sweltered, pressed. The hoard’s weight of fifty years. Per kilo, twelve. Half to the landlord’s son. Half, to debt. The earth soaked of his sweat. Salted, bled. Fatima Lasay, San Roque Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Late afternoon it began. Quietly, suddenly. Strength gathered at sea. A whirl, a wind. The rain fell like the mist. Thirsty, were we. The south still stirs tonight. Hurry, to me. Fatima Lasay, San Roque June 17, 2014

Gentle is the breeze that strokes. Lifts, gathers. Shadows disperse with clouds. No drizzle, no rain. She urinates on the floor. No sense, no shame. She wipes herself with her clothes. Shifts, listens. Fatima Lasay, San Roque Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Paper flutters on the balcony. Waves, peeps. Light morning breeze comes. Teases, then leaves. Her ink blots and smears. Sighs, then heaves. He empties her brush again. Blanks, sleeps. Fatima Lasay, San Roque Tuesday, June 17, 2014

High in the air in heat. Dry, dusty. Clock ticks for noon break. Tired, bored. A fan oscillates hot with hot. Sweat, parched. Rain clouds miles away. Slow, lazy. Fatima Lasay, San Roque Monday, June 16, 2014

The sun is slow and cautious. Sitting, letting. Her head rests upon his shoulder. Shadows, ripples. The tide comes to their feet. Clouds, dapples. Her soul waits for love. Lightly, setting. Fatima Lasay, San Roque Sunday, June 15, 2014

Lillies bloom in the morning. Four, a bundle. Their feet soaked in evening rain. Thirsty, drenched. Their tongues the colour of her sunburnt toes. Kissed, sunned. Stalks rise from dim to splendor. Laugh, a tumble. Fatima Lasay, San Roque Sunday, June 15, 2014

Southwesterly winds at night. Sputtering, distant. The sound of rocks splitting. Heavy, weighing. The rains haul the sands. Surfing, breaking. She sits in the teahouse with his love. Nervous, constant. Fatima Lasay, San Roque Sunday, June 15, 2014

Moist of yesterday’s rainstorm. The quiet, the night. Stars sparkle on her starkest skies. Terra, incognita. Her tired eyes shut to shut the world. Terra, in absentia. O! the verity of woman and lover. Of virtue, of vice. Fatima Lasay, San Roque Thursday, March 20, 2014

Light breakfast of bread. The cloud, the rain. Damp the lingering nectar scent. Sunbirds, crows. She hums to their melodious cry. The northerly, blows. The lover’s wine in her deep wound. The rain, again. Fatima Lasay, San Roque Sunday, March 16, 2014

Orioles courting and a day’s harvest. A huff, a gust. A snack of Malay-apples. A stirring, a star anise. Remains in her sultry summer kitchen. An ember, a promise. The long shadow of her lover’s call. The linger, the dusk. Fatima Lasay, San Roque Saturday, March 15, 2014

White shards seep through slits of woven palm fronds. The roof, the sky. The bounteous moon resplendent for her sun-slaked skin. The hoot, the hiss. Diurnal life in a virtual world reserved for lovers. A breath, a breeze. Her twin fawns blush and burn for the Herder’s kiss. She pines, she sighs. Fatima Lasay, San Roque Saturday, March 15, 2014