Two very different poems. The 1st influenced by a documentary I watched on the devastation of coconut palms by the truly invincible- looking rhinoceros beetles. And the 2nd is a day in the life of….as always I welcome your feedback 🙂
The man is saying the coconut plantation has been in his family
for three generations and that he has plans to expand it
to the fringes of the island where once slaves were sold in their thousands
by the Portuguese and later by the Dutch to the colonies
but his dreams like those of others before him, have been thwarted
he says, by an invasion of horned demons from the East
A beetle! he cries in disbelief, the size of a child’s hand
they move he points out, like armoured machines up the coconut tree trunks
to the fruits of the palm and on entering
devour, the heart before the crown.
Lines composed between a lull in writing
I want to begin with some poetic observation
of the gardenia’s slow drooping in a jar by the window
or the still ripe orange split in two
but instead I scroll the headlines seeking
something other, to distract me
from your leaving.
You see, since receiving notice, the days alternate
as all days do, between black and radiant
and me sitting down to write this poem
deciding on the word “commodious”
to describe a space large enough to house
my feelings for you.