Sunday, February 28, 2016

Stefanie Bennett- A Poem

Stefanie Bennett has published several books of poetry, a novel and a libretto and her poems appear in Illya’s Honey, The Camel Saloon, Snow monkey, Shot Glass Journal, The Provo Canyon Review and others. Of mixed heritage [Irish/Italian/Paugussett-Shawnee] she was born in Qld., Australia in 1945. Stefanie’s latest poetry title “The Vanishing” 2015 was published by Walleah Press and is available from Walleah, Amazon and Fishpond Books.
I am becoming Vincent... I am
Only midway through
My writing season –, and
Already I address myself
To the nom de plume.
It seems strange.
It is strange.
Half alive, half dead.
Half word-impressionist
And half anyone’s slave.
Since I am half Vincent
  And he is half me –, he
Won’t mind if I speak of stars
  And sunflowers –, and
Bare-boarded rooms.
  I know he won’t mind...
He was someone with little
  To say... there was too much
Of the poet in him. He tried
  To ‘paint it out’.
I wrestle with the images. The gold
That polishes the sun. The gold
That belongs to a banished
Love. The gold belonging
To a lock of hair...
I tell you, he would have been
  A word giant! My God,
The co-ordinated language colour!
  The world missed out: badly.
As it was, it killed him with love.
  It killed him with hate.
He wasn’t  perfect enough
  Then. I can’t be
Perfect enough
  ... Now.
I wrestle with the word image.
The gold that engulfs
The treasure of our
                Shared despair:
The gold of too much caring:
                An empty
Coffer. An empty chair.
I am becoming Vincent... I live
In a bare-boarded room.
My brother sends me
The heavens send
                       More stars!
There’s no-one to talk to...
I make gestures. I cast out
Lines to
The Centaur’s light
And the wall’s
Stone ears.

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