BY JAN HAAG

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TRIPLETS


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INDEX




#109

07-06-03

QUANTITY



MOST


Most of my life is secret now,
an expedition to the underground weir
that froths-up the stream of life.
I'm embarked on a paid endeavor
with God
who's (also) reclusive, obsessive,
seeking.


MORE


When young, my sole emotion
was fear. But it was a crystalline,
pristine desiring so fierce that I
pushed right on through to get
everything
I (later found out) I
never wanted.


ALL II


I'm busy developing a fundamental understanding
of life as process.
Turrell excavates his volcano homage-ing
the image of light --
invites you in. You see a purple light in a purple room.
Only the maker experiences the process.
The process is all -- (God's longing) -- and secret.





#110

07-06-03

WATER



POND


With stones in her pockets,
the parting pond accepted Woolf,
adieu-ing success and prestige
which sufficed not a sprocket
for the hoof-ed and aloof
gazelle bouncing bliss
of fame's intermittent siege.


SEA


Percy Bysche went sailing,
not too long after Mary
invented Frankenstein
and his monster's failing
quest to marry
that which was never,
and doomed to be not -- and blind


OCEAN


The Pacific swallowed Amelia
and burped up her legend.
No plane part or identifying heart
ever appeared to amelio-
rate the now lonely pigeon-
s flying about or walking
each with immortality for a Virgilian cart.





#111

07-07-03

FILLED WITH



ENVY


of those bald-headed men
so substantial, so self-satisfied,
admired, balding, witty, named James,
telling me what I am to see and believe in,
comprehensive, intimidating, declaring their lives
(world views) more substantive than mine, so neatly
articulated who could doubt? Argue? Why would one want to?


DESPAIR


of the world made crystalline, transparent, see-thru, glossy, cleaned
of turbid emotions, flood-basalt-leakages of non-comprehension,
never being able to match those elegant Jamesian words to
my simple reality, nothing ever being complex enough
for me to understand, always too clear, definite
didactic, dreadful, encased in proper
grammar, let alone reason.


& THE COMMON COLD


sneezing globs of snot on the
re-polished floor, eye-watering,
nose-running distress, wiped by
tissue and t p, piled as white, once-
used, drying-over-night mountains,
fluffy, attractive, intricate, nuanced as
glacierized snows, but discarded anyhow.





#112

07-10-03



MY KITTEN



HAS


exceedingly white paws. He's fastidious
to a point of fanaticism, cleaning
his triangular face with the astonished
blue eyes, his silk coat, his bum, his decorative
brown and white balls. So, is it any wonder,
I am surprised when he appears
with smudges on those delicate, white paws?


COULD


it be dirt? dust? an aging to grayness so soon? Or,
lying in the sun, has he been tanning those paws?
He doesn't want me to touch them, jerks them away
as if my fingers were pincers of fire. At night
he excavates in my boxes of memoirs, papers,
odd bits, forgotten keepsakes. Down through his
archaeological dig, has he met pay-dirt?


MAYBE II


revealed, way down deep, he's come upon
Tutankhamen's tomb and, buffing his paws,
against the secret sarcophagus, he has began
the change from kitten -- my Shiva-purna -- to
taking seriously, his role as guide through this odd
outpost of creation. Touchy, when I touch his paws,
he snarls as my human brain snoops to reveal his secrets.






Copyright © 2003 through 2015 Jan Haag
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Jan Haag may be reached via e-mail: jjhaag@gmail.com




TRIPLET POEMS

INDEX



QUANTITY, 07-06-03
Most
More
All II

WATER, 07-06-03
Pond
Sea
Ocean

FILLED WITH, 07-07-03
Envy
Despair
& The Common Cold

MY KITTEN, 07-10-03
Has
Could
Maybe





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