Long Minces Poems

 Translation of Eric Mottram’s TIME SIGHT UNSEEN - Part Four by T. Wignesan


"Instead of an item in a school of rhetoric, the poem could have variety of articulations, continuity and discontinuity, sentence and parataxis,...

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These days, when He watches her, she unconsciously moves 
                      a fringe of hair...

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OH! DARLING ONE

Oh, darling, my lovely one;
Oh, darling one
As springtime beauty marches on;
The inviting myths of your loveliness marches on;
And you are the violets;
And you're  the sun;
And you are roses petals;
Reaching toward the clouds;
And...

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She carries home onions in a string bag.
She walks in time-dinged tweed and wilted woolens
She is of age and does not count her days.
She knuckles cords of twisted tendons.
She treads low-heeled in frayed suede booties.
She...

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Cath is totally besotted with her five pussycats,
their cute ears stick out from under blue hats.
She dresses them in brightly colored plastic suits,
and on their paws they wear red wellington boots.

Cath’s kittens, all have colorful...

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Those that shove past you, glare and scatter,
That drive the scares, in your wits and slither,
That smile and stare, at things you did master,
And then them that you will, lose and move,
Or through thicks, care...

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(Inspired by dance steps from a belly dancing class I once took!)

She rolls her pretty head from side to side
while, raised above her face, are slim curved arms.
Brief pose. . . . She’s readied to...

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Darling D,

I know you love poetry
Of Oak tree
Spree..

El Dorado, D
There you sit with Kings
you are a bee of bees
You travel the seven seas
For your prince Rabbit
Minces down the street
Your color is ripe wheat...

Petite
Sweeter than sugar...

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Here is a truth as hard as honed steel,
It cuts like a knife but rolls like a wheel
Approaching with promise of nearness and love,
But slicing as deeply as hate from above.
It severs not the connection...

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The fact minces my mind; I can barely bear it:
Right now, legions of children are being abused.
I yearn to write of villages and vistas and never quit.
But the plight of the children cannot be diffused.

The...

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