Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Poem: A Lover's Recourse (connivance)

connivence / connivance

There is something double in me that loves a mirror.
I can tell its age only by looking in the mirror.

If you do not exist, I would have to invent you,
my rival, my accomplice, my envy, my mirror.

Not that the fire engine is anything like the fire,
but as the day is to the night, to me the mirror.

Sure you can handle me sleeping in your place again?
I hear him in your words. I see him in your mirror.

You look Chinese, black hair, dark eyes, smooth chin, and slim.
Right cannot be told from left—or wrong—in this mirror.

His first love was a Filipino priest in church,
Mine a white physicist. Our past is smoke and mirrors.

You speak so freely of a past I do not share.
Know you are in Jee’s looks, his eyes, his sights, his mirror.

4 comments:

fleuve-souterrain said...

Jee, your ghazals are getting nicer and nicer. This one has the subtlety I'd read or hear in ghazals of ghalib and mir... I am contemplating writing ghazal myself, at least learn to write. Of course, i'd want to adopt a pen name for that first (someone told me in urdu Nabina means one-eyed, ha!)... good work here.

Jee Leong Koh said...

Thanks for coming back to these ghazals again, Nabina.

cassowary said...

They are all good, but this one is particularly good! The subject is perfoect for the ghazal form. And the stanzas get progressively stronger digging into the conceit.

Rick

Jee Leong Koh said...

Thanks, Rick.