Poetry from Alan Hardy

WHOLE

At that window,

with the colours drying out

Into less drab greens and browns,

the peace and quiet

in the soft yellow-green land  

slowly arcs its way into distance

trees with bare boughs

and bushes with wide curtseys

clutter the foreground of,

Leads me to hope,

that maybe things are getting better.

Standing here at the window is no worse than before,

Hollowness

in front of listless colours and woods.

Maybe the birds that chatter,

Louder now as I listen more,

and the flowering that will flower

and the nature-things that will grow

will heal me, and mine,

and make us as we were.

GROWN OUT OF

The ticktock of the clock recalls pre-digital me.

Awareness of self,

in a country lane surrounded by green bits,

or immersed in the silence of ticking clocks,

was poetry.

I was poetry. I was words scratched on paper, 

later, clicked on keyboards on computers.

Typewriters shouldn’t be forgotten.

I used all mediums to express my expressibility.

The murmuring of breezes through trees,

the solemnity of aloneness in a room,

didn’t need pen, key or tab, just me there

to record me there. My moment.

Vulgar, and silly, of course.

I look back at the arrogance of life.

But I’m still turning over the pages,

clicking on to the next one.

And the next. 

Recording my journey through life.

Fabricating a storyline.

CAPO DI MONTE

A porcelain figure stooping

slightly, legs close together,

right arm held down, slightly

away from body.

Left arm hugging a tankard

midriff,

head nodding slightly

to follow the upper body’s stoop.

Ever so slightly about to tip

over, feet though, barely visible,

tight

on the deep, white podium.

Dirty white, save a golden

band topping the tankard.

Fuzzy hair, and young boy’s face

from where I sit

glancing at the corner

where the porcelain figure stands

atop the cabinet.

Alan Hardy has for many years run an English language school for foreign students (in UK). As well as Synchronized Chaos, he’s been published in such magazines as Sideways Magazine, Ink Sweat & Tears, The Candyman’s Trumpet, Envoi, Iota, Poetry Salzburg, The Interpreter’s House, Littoral, Orbis, Pulsar, South, Lothlorien, 100subtexts, Fixator, Chewers, Feversofthemind, Suburban Witchcraft and others. Poetry pamphlets Wasted Leaves (1996) and I Went with Her (2007). 


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