this is no way to find the expression. time after time I have tried. the yellow light which struggled through yellowing lampshades. the wallpaper; teastained, tobacco- stained hues. the light sometimes of a streetlamp, or
this is no way
to find the expression. time
after time I have tried. the yellow light
which struggled through yellowing
lampshades. the wallpaper;
teastained, tobacco-
stained hues. the light sometimes
of a streetlamp, or an opened and broken
refrigerator. a man in a small room,
sitting at a table,
drinking white wine
from a cheap tumbler. piecing
together the poem. a study in
loneliness, a jigsaw in yellow
impressionism. these visions,
these stones, these aged
yellow stories of struggle
which we find on the pages
in bookshops of second-
hand books.
DS Maolalai
DS Maolalai has been nominated six times for Best of the Net and three times for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, “Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden” (Encircle Press, 2016) and “Sad Havoc Among the Birds” (Turas Press, 2019)