Chosen
By Michael Lee
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“Chosen” is an anthology of 76 of the most compelling poems the poet believes he has written to date, containing descriptive, philosophical and spiritual works from three collections, “Space-time walking in the age of the African diaspora”, “Sense of Essence” and “Stars and tears of many years”. The power of poetry lies in the blend of sound and suggestive meanings creating songs which stimulate the imagination and challenge thinking and perception. This selection includes the poet’s brief commentary on each poem, explaining the poetic effects he tried to achieve and sketching the autobiographical context in which they were originally written.
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Chosen - Michael Lee
Ark
Flowers are faces of the cosmos.
Mountains are architecture.
A blue sky is God’s smile.
Running water is the kiss of life.
Trees are art.
Sunshine is love.
Planets are plaster.
Our eyes are gates of eternity
and infinity broods over space.
For a philosopher, everything has a place.
For a philosopher with peace, everything’s in place.
My body is a temple
and a train for my journey of spirit.
An ark for catastrophes.
For the four forces of the universe never slumber.
The universe is portrayed in a series of poetic statements as living art, revealing a spiritual dimension of existence interwoven with our material world. The tone is assertive, offset by some soft imagery.
Dayland
The sun speaks its light over our hills.
It breathes day into the land I love,
dropping slow, carefully, into earth,
rising up the old azure,
its quiet heat life-giving,
glowing high above detailed existence:
sheep with wool bright white in its light,
lambs by hot nipples in mothered slumbers,
a rich energy soaking into their blood,
cud munched by cattle in contentment,
the maze of roads spreading everywhere
carrying people in endless motion
and choreographed change.
Clouds etched on the high air
challenge immense stillness.
Then jets, higher still,
soar through sound
old villagers cannot understand.
Then down and gone from the dayland too soon,
the greater is, the more missed.
The world becomes a stranger
arriving in a spell of uncertainty.
But in an unsure dusk
the sun simply recharges,
storing its relentless nuclear vitality
for another childlike day.
One of the first poems I wrote when I was a teenager, Dayland
articulates my love of sunshine and how it drenches objects in lucid daylight. The strength of the poem lies in its physical descriptiveness. The power of the sun as a provider of life pulses and throbs in the lyrics. As it is read, a poem re-enacts the writer’s voice, transformed in the process by the reader’s inner voice into a duet of sounds and meanings, a co-produced silent song which aims to be sufficiently melodic to make for a satisfying imaginative experience.
Autumn tumult
Clouds from the sea
woven in the mystery of water
veil the Cape
secretive at the season’s turn
cherishing elegantly cool relief
in silvery shade
under its parasol.
The era of butterflies
breeding near shimmering dams
under a soaring sky
in drowsy long hot hours
(the insects sing about)
is over.
The universe is a magician’s hat
and his wand has been waved.
Wait: darker, deeper, colder, blacker, windier.
Not just the day is ending.
Wild hooves of winter sound over the horizon
of an unkissed land.
Then boom! bang!
People start scampering into their superstructures
clutching broken bits of black umbrella
all city lights flicker
like particles of moonlight
on a tormented sea
and a poet tosses his gift of sight
into darkness
turning to face its anarchy
and heaven gropes for breath
in the drowning of the sky.
After its passion, earth is soaked.
Its celibate, lonely ground,
parched in isolation,
has been consummated.
The lofty season of satiation
has disappeared into mists
of a fresh time.
In Africa where heat is great
water is like a miracle.
The cataclysm of first rains
has left an aftermath
wrapped up
in mists of moist air.
I walk up a grey street
transfixed in after-rain stillness,
it’s dripping,
autumn’s crucified colours
stuck to the ground.
Snails cross cold old stones
coming from lost homes
trailing extended grey tears,
searching for a new start.
Rain has deepened colours
and blackened altars
of moss-clad branches
arching over paths of leaves
into earth itself
near a river
breathless with freshness.
Cape Town, 2011
Changes of season are times of atmospheric transition when everything is charged with readiness, a heightened alertness. I’ve spent most of my life in Cape Town which has a passionate Mediterranean climate subject to abrupt shifts and largely unpredictable swings of weather. I tried to depict the Cape’s energetic Autumn in the poem, conveying its distinctive sights, sounds and moods.
Sands of Zanzibar
An azure ocean brushes over Zanzibar’s burning sands
where dragonflies flit at the island’s edges
riding on the day’s warm rhythm
as the sun dips down
distilling a turquoise sea
into glistening silver.
Rows of faded, grey dhous moored to a freed sea tilt together
in a breeze crackling in supple long coconut palms
lifting scents of spices and smells of cooking
from poor villages nestled
in time-fabled
forests.
Black gulls rest on boats and on backs of cattle
come to sleep on buoyant beaches
resonating in crystal air,
a bloodied sun
bursting molten on
the horizon.
On Zanzibar’s burning sands, Africa, Arabia and India kiss
as low tide draws long lines of fisherwomen
draped in saris and headscarves
to fetch fresh, free fish
to feed their families
in an anointed sunset.
Zanzibar, 2011
An exotic scene on one of Zanzibar’s northern beaches, lapped by the Indian Ocean, is described. The economic realities prevailing in this poor island community in East Africa are included but woven into a relationship with nature. A time-tested way of life in those parts, which hold a special affinity for me, is evoked.
Karoo cameo
Desert wakes and holds its breath for dawn.
Stars glimmer in a gloomy underworld dome.
Planet tilts, a little white lightens
a vague sphere of dust starlight still brightens.
Night hides behind a gnarled hill from the sun
rising to reign over an orange horizon.
God closes the page of stars; Venus