Sculpture of Debris on the Waterfront
by Martina Reisz Newberry
I’ve come to know the way the
details of love are a prayer
or maybe a polite demand
that sets God’s teeth on edge.
We most certainly did that:
set God’s teeth on edge. Our prayer
became fetus and I shed
it—dough—before it could
become bread. That was the
only Amen we’d know. We chose
love, then song, then grief, then
surgery, rending us one
from the other. We rescued
nothing, retained nothing,
leveled our landscape. Long
after Us, I decided
to go on tour, wrestling words,
fighting voodoo, casting spells.
You disappeared. Your image
has stayed on though—makes me
edgy if I call it up.
What does all of this make me?
A Veteran of Foreign
Loves, shuffling along salted
corridors, watching the stars
leak melted ice cream or
maybe a composer of
the Symphony of Sneezing?
Well, loved one, if you remember
Us, me, Us, whatever…
if you do, think of noontimes
that never achieved grace,
evaporated words.
Think of sexual anesthesia,
how it finally failed,
rising, falling, drowning in thunder.
End of the poem
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- His Phoenix by William Butler Yeats
- To A Girl In A Garden by Sappho
- Олег Сердобольский – Алмазная снежинка
- Conversation
- El Cafetal by Rafael Guillen
- For Someone, Somewhere, In Relation by Shaunna Harper
- Sacred Epiphany poem – Ammar Nadeem poems | Poems and Poetry
- Юнна Мориц – Вместо сноски
- I am not ashamed of myself by Swami Aaron Thomas
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 04 – part 03 by Torquato Tasso
- On The Decline Of Oracles by Sylvia Plath
- gazebo.html
- Владимир Набоков – Верба
- Epistle To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
- Валерий Брюсов – Идут года. Но с прежней страстью
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
