without time

hardenbergia knows nothing
of restraint or bulbs or beds
asks why at every tendril
a question mark on the hedge

kennedia has no memory
but sits happily here and now
bright orange and hot pink
hedge the mark on a question

sea urchin hakea sticks its many tongues
at time being ancient
and new, simultaneously
mark a hedge on the question

shaggy wooly bush all saggy
goes when it wants to
there is no battle to lose
there is no mark for the question

in this garden
there is no name for the space between
then and now and tomorrow
tick, tock, tactic,
time timeless

Josephine Clarke (Western Australia)


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  2. Hi Gamahucher Press. I'm glad you're also making an effort to publish poetry. However, the comments facility on a blog is intended for discussion of the posts on that blog. What did you think of Josephine's poem? I didn't find it at all erotic. ...Jackson, Editor, Uneven Floor

  3. Hi Jackson I found the poem obscure which I gather is the mark of a good contemporary poem sorta following in the vein of Eliot s Waste land For me like you I did not find it erotic except for the lines
    "sea urchin hakea sticks its many tongues"

    "shaggy wooly bush all saggy"

  4. Thanks for commenting on the poem. I don't find it obscure, although it does contain a certain amount of abstraction and wordplay. As I read it, it's about some plants in a garden, the irreverent exuberance of their growth, and how the human idea of time doesn't apply to them.

    As editor here I sometimes publish obscure or mysterious poems, if I find them beautiful and/or moving, but it certainly isn't a requirement (as readers can surely see!). Reading a poem over and over to appreciate it fully can be satisfying and enjoyable, but I don't agree that a poem has to be obscure to be 'good'.


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