LARA LUMSDEN

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The Poetry Of...
Lara Lumsden..............................................................

Being of Becoming

"It is not possible to step twice into the same river."
.............................................................. -Heraclitus

Being of becoming,
changeless in changing,
flowing,
..with the beating clock beside the bed,
flowing,
....... to your toes,
motionless in moving,
polishing the bedding with the grinding
of the swift unmoving,
stayed in never-staying,
rippling smooth,
to my wondering
cresting violent
overflooding all the white and cotton banks
with the merging
...................... of the flowing

Before Love

I want to
move up
through you,
around you
(perhaps by
sex-love)
to find
at least some
sustenance.

I get up.
Coal black shattered,
crystal white is
flung on lawn:
the light clicks on
exposing morning.

Reverie slows,
slinking snail-like
to the thicket
of lullaby house.
Bongo bop rushes
on in my head,
locomotion of
hopes at hand,
tinting the castle-
rock dream
of home and times.

Blood rushes me
dizzy. I stop
dead praying,
then slip
back to bed
again. Wishes
of you come
fast now.

A Letter to Ireland

The days, Kevin, are
stretched out
across a slow, icy ocean
turning long and heavy in half-sleep,
a clock with too many hours.

Movement comes with difficulty,
partially accomplished, there is no concern.
I lie in bed always, breathing,
walk from room to room
to sit down.

A rage is in the semi-light,
I do not care or feel it.
I think and think to move
out of an inde-
fatigable exhaustion.

The moment after climax is extended
to enfold all time.
The dizziness, the loss, the falling
are in their fullness now.

Write to me, Kevin,
if you can.

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