1.LAST NIGHT.
I got a peek
at the moon
last night
and didn’t think of lovers
I got a peek
at the moon
lastnight
and saw
a man with a load on his back
I got a peek
at the moon
last night
and cried.
2.Granny.
When Granny died
I stumbled in and out
her place, remembering banana porridge, fumbling her dog-eared bible,
faded bedspread,
musty cushions, hugging memories of her love.
From the overflowing funeral
this fingled programme
is a talisman I carry
everywhere. Love is with me still.
3.ISLAND MEMORY.
Clear one island.
The surf brings you softly to another
Stations of crated mountains,
Clouds tightening around the necks
Of these green monstrosities.
This archipelago is a trail of memory.
On this old path I find a new poem
Way of seeing myself.
These are strange pauses young and tender islands.
Below, the sea is clear,a sharply sloping plain.
The rippled surface like a sheet of writing paper
Waiting to be scratched in clean white trail: the remnant of lives written on its softness.
4.Cane gang.
Torn from the vine from another world
to tame the wildness of the juice, assigned with bill and hoe to field or factory, chained by the voracious hunger of the cane
the world’s rapacious appetite for sweetness
How place names of my servitude mock me: Eden, Golden Vale, Friendship, Green Valley, Hermitage, Lethe, Retreat, Retirement, Content, Paradise, Phoenix, Hope, Prospect, Providence
Each with the Great House squatting on the highest eminence
the Sugar Works overlooking
my master’s eye unyielding
the overseer unblinking not seeing
the black specks floating across
their finely-crafted landscape
At shell blow assembled the broken-down bodies, the job-lots scrambled into gangs like beads on a string O not pearls no just unmatched pairings the random bindings like cane trash no not like the cane pieces laid out geometric and given names
and burning.
What I enjoyed about Carlon’s poetry is the nostalgia that it can bring back to you. Memories that you can hold on too.
the amount of imagery that you added to your poems was really great, I felt like I was in the poem myself. Island memory was my personal favorite as I really cant wait for summer and this gives of so many summer vibes