POETRY – 5 Poems by Guy Walker

MEMENTO MORI

And he is like the sea. He washes near,
surrounding lowlands. Waters held at bay,
the equilibrium is sustained by mere
pressure of blood. Biology, one day,

relents, the dyke relinquishes, then seeps
and yields. No vacuum is allowed.
Osmosis of mortality will keep
displacement’s laws. You see amid the crowd

those waterlogged and intimate with him,
whose logic – irremediable –will drown
them soon. Meanwhile, discreetly laps the rim
of life’s assertions and evades renown.

For doctors’ waiting rooms and football grounds,
shopping malls, buses, streets, are, secretly, where
he hides in plain sight. Colourless. No sounds
are made. The waters, though, are, secretly, there.

BASIC GRAMMAR

Singular
how

I come into the room

I am the first person
I reek of being

You come into the room

Another
with the peculiar taste of yourself

comparison

conversation

intimacy

A third enters

He smells of existence too
and distance

We multiply
till pluralities
become nations
and persons
become peoples

BODY LANGUAGE

My tongue, my lips, speak kisses, words, and taste
you, love. I tell my truth with carnal speech,
and you make utterance – naked vowels -out-faced
to me in tender causerie. The reach

of love defined by tips of breasts, bent knees
and fingertips. Extremity’s delight
contained, fulfilled in limbs. In matrices
like these does love find means and so recites

its joy. But we use measured talk and line,
whose borders loose the captured sense. We catch
the meaning, let it walk, no more confined.
Ties body thoughts that we leave unattached.

My love for you’s interpreted in flesh,
just as ideas in verse’s form are meshed.

ONE OF MY PUPILS

In Memoriam _________ __________

(Died in Syria aged 20  2014)

Our city empty of you, absence your
sole parting gift. Familial fabric rent
and only threads left. In year eight I saw
a mischievous smile, downcast eyes, assent

to being loved. My son your peer. And now
a beauteous boy, Sunday Times pages show
your face. For distance was your choice, was how
you solved your need for definition. So,

explained a restlessness with our embrace.
At home, but embarrassed to deny
your history, you apologized and raced
to folly, though you didn’t say goodbye.

A naïf on the chessboard, no going back,
you accidentally found yourself in black.

COMPROMISED BY LIGHT

Alive,
but no verb,
no person.
Colourless and continuous
with the black walls of the womb.
World without end.
Closed behind
the shutter of a lens.

Till,
Resenting exposure,
this sneakthief is
compromised by light,
scandalously
defibrillated by birth
into presence.
A stain of knowing,
embarrassed into being.
Located.

Then,
protest.
Worrying space.
Querulous testing
Of colour, depth and shape.
Importuning.
Refusing to leave alone
the search for perspective.
Seeking confirmation
of where he ends,
where he begins,
struggling with sovereignty.

Exploring a gesture.
Inheriting
agency,
fascinated by
the fact
of his clamour.

 

Guy Walker is a British poet living in the south of England. His day job is that of a French teacher.

2 thoughts on “POETRY – 5 Poems by Guy Walker”

  1. Joy says:

    Appreciated the poems Guy.

    Particularly liked the Body Language one. Sad about the pupil .

    1. Guy Walker says:

      Why thank you Joy. Only just spotted your comment!

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