Poems - JP Melville

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Woman 1986 jp melville What is this paradox, How she stands before me And I turn away, How she speaks to me And I shun her words, How she knows my needs And I despise her, How her presence arouses me Though once I have had her I walk away, But while she is gone I crave her, Without her I sink into despair?

She Comes She Goes no date too many iterations jp melville she comes she goes she spins on a merry go round no known switch she does not know to stop and step she does not know around she comes around she goes outside the darkness flying past 'til dizzy losing her head she sees things temptation desire lust or hope she reaches out to touch them a blur passing by passing by the touch finger tip to finger tip like a whispered breeze at once come at once gone warm soft tingling passing by wham she passes electricity coursing through her bones her veins she whirls in on the merry go round shocked shaking down on her knees discovering loss in discovery painfully slowly raising her eyes looking in now on her brightly painted animals up down up and down in circles twirling round and round lights that sparkle dazzling eyes her eyes creatures she has lived with so many years strange beasts

Alberta Hull Ottawa 1994 - 2019 jp melville Hull, across the river from Ottawa, between the Alexandria bridge and the Champlain bridge, sitting by the river, on a rock, on the river bank. An old man walks past me, his eyes searching the sand and gravel and then looking off to the distance downstream, he kicks a can and ambles on. My entire time here has been spent leaving; I will miss nothing. In fact, since I left Thailand, Benin, Kosovo… so many places, that's been years and years an eternity it seems, much of everything has been, or has felt, a distance removed. I watch the busses and cars roll along over the bridges and on the road on the far bank and I see toys filled with animated manikins. I see the tall apartment buildings and I know that inside them people laugh and weep and worry and watch television and apply cosmetics. I am unmoved. A seagull takes off from the wharf and f

The Past (the past) jp melville I watched, I thought helplessly, As my past swirled around in pain, Until I poked with a curious finger that spinning top, Watched it topple and stop, And discovered how both strength and my past In my heart remain.