Let’s not talk about
the whole truth.
Better to let small parts
speak for the whole –
a look, a hand
in the small of my back.
Better to find that
the truth lies
in the smallest things we do.
I chose this poem by Helen Heath because it is the first poem posted by a Tuesday Poet that grabbed me - with its simple elegance. On the surface it is straighforward, but underneath it has an elegance and grace that is quite breathtaking. I could wax lyrical, but that is hardly necessary as the poem speaks for itself. It stands alone, a beautiful truth, as rare as any jewel, although perhaps a few words about the author will not be remiss ...
Helen has been one of the true champions of the Tuesday Poem blog, generous not only with her own work, but also showcasing other up-and-coming poets, interviewing authors, and generally being a stellar member of the local writing community.
Helen blogs at helenheath.com.
She lives in the seaside village of Paekākāriki, on New Zealand's Kapiti Coast. She completed an MA in Creative Writing at the International Institute of Modern Letters at Victoria University in 2009. Her poetry has been published in many journals in New Zealand and Australia. Most recently she’s had a chap-book of poems published by Seraph Press called Watching for Smoke (2009). Currently she is working on a full-length book of poems.
Alicia Ponder is this week's Tuesday Poem editor. She lives in Eastbourne, is the co-author of two art books, and several New Zealand School Journal plays and stories. She blogs here at an Affliction of Poetry.
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4 comments:
I like the play with words ...
Helen seems to be one of those one-woman wonders who tackles a million things at once, spreading herself into several parts, while staying grounded and whole herself.
I so admire the brevity and the abrupt truth of this poem.
Go Helen!
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