Poetry from Thailand

Original poetry written in and about rural Thailand.

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Location: Chong Khae, Nakhonsawan, Thailand

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

A Poem Happens On The Periphery

It’s the lace curtain being blown
gently into a room we rarely use.

It’s a marina bar early in the morning
with chairs still upended on tables.

It’s the green, the even green of an insanely
flat rice field that shimmers to the horizon
without rock, weed or flower.

It’s watching a long ago eclipse with
a pinhole in a piece of cardboard and
listening to Here Comes The Sun.

It’s on the periphery that we will find
a door, which, God willing, will open and
let us in.

FG  3/9/2014

Fiction requires the willing suspension of belief ; poetry requires the suspension of self .

Not much about Goffstown here.  The bar was in Gloucester, the eclipse was on Lake Ave in Manchester (on March 7, 1970), and the rice field is well east of Pinardville. 

I’d love to have a long fiction project, if anyone has any ideas.  We might collaborate.  Maybe a crime story (ripped from the headlines) like Pamela Mason and Sandra Valade murders if anyone remembers them.


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