Rolling Times

Time is printed on the skin, in the marks of his wristwatch.

The sun warms the pointers and softens the numbers, the days.

 

His fingers dig into the beach sand and touch the memory

of a starfish.

 

He’s been jogging for forty-five minutes,

sweating after an explanation.

 

The face of beyond doesn’t look like anything.

 

From deep sea, the ghost of his wife looks at him with femininity. Can the dead be feminine?

 

The tourists of the restaurant don’t know what is going on.

Only at five in the afternoon he realizes that he has no watch.

He feels the emptiness of his wrist. Disappointed, he doesn’t run the next morning.

 

The memory of his wife’s perfume paralyses him.

For years, he will hear ocean’s swell and hold her close.

Desiree Jung

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About Ijagun Poetry Journal

Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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