Poems - JP Melville

  I Whisper in Your Ear 5 June 2020 jp I whisper in your ear… “Away with confusion, haunting, loss…” For I am here with you, Listening to the rain… the wind… The silence   between their voices…   Knowing they will tell you so.

From Where I Stand - Iqaluit 5 May 2020 jp I look across your bay I see horizons Of ice and rock and distance and even eternity. I look down I see yellow blue silver walls I see blue silver red rooves Down far enough away, houses like a toy set. I took my first trip there years ago Now   I see not much has changed So much nowhere people to be seen. Sure a person wanders by In a dimension not yours I am invisible Reach out my hand to touch Worlds and words so far apart my fingers disappear in the aether. The gossamer soul dissolves before my eyes. Even my own people, a loose definition White, educated, speaking English only We have colleagues to reach toward, embrace But the bones crackle if you squeeze too hard Skin slips away if you get too close Their dimensions are denser at times Then dissolve like tinkling broken stars falling through darkness And now I remember not one name with whom I   then worked ...

Love Making Rise Again 2000 and 2020 jp melville I step back four years, A memory where she touched me, My shoulder, Otherwise silence. It has rained today. Leaves of the salt stunted leaves mostly fallen. Yellowed in strange sickly way. As I am estranged from the woman with whom I bore children. Our intimacy passionless. We are technical in our communication. Needs of the children, necessities of the day. Love making long gone, Washed away with demands for speed and headaches and cold condoms. The earth’s rest is the rest we all seek. Time to sleep, time to awake, time to work, time to love in autumn’s splendour. My lust, my desire, seeking home in which to blossom. I know from those whom I have loved, made love to, shared. I know them still and they flower in their worlds. While mine is an absence growing vaster, bleaching sensation, insidious demise. Life is such a strange companion, with whom we joust, To which w...