'Minor Seconds' by Dominic Symes | States of Poetry SA - Series Two

Listening to my own listless heart beating & you
beside me I discover we are minor seconds apart
tragic-chromatic   but if subtle harmony does exist
it’s a three-year-old playing fists   palms & elbows
we manage to stay out of each other’s way mostly
save for collateral clashes/catastrophes: collisions
& rhythms? look at this ventricular wall I put up
meaning: I stay regularly irregular    (always on time)
not jazz or syncopation   but syncope   synecdoche:
tickling the ivories    ‘you are the music until the music
stops’ & with the train approaching the boom-gates’
chiasmus suggests crossed purposes         my piano
teacher’s arm reaching across me        she played the
C# and I the C   our fingers almost touching when
she said    ‘that’s it there, you’ll never forget it now’

 

Dominic Symes

Dominic Symes

Dominic Symes has had poetry published in Voiceworks, Award Winning Australian Writing (2016), Coldnoon (India), and Broadsheet (New Zealand). His reviews and criticism have appeared in Cordite Poetry Review. He is currently a PhD candidate at the University of Adelaide and curator of ‘NO WAVE’, a reading series commencing in mid-2018.