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
15 random poems
- Children’s Games by William Carlos Williams
- And She is Spoke by Winifred Mary Letts
- Repentance poem – Ygor Noblott poems | Poetry Monster
- O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art by William Wordsworth
- All In A Word
- Syrinx poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Николай Заболоцкий – Портрет
- For My People by Margaret Walker
- Ballad of the Goodly Fere poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Robert Burns: The Cardin O’t, The Spinnin O’t:
- Clover by Sidney Lanier
- The Dying Christian to His Soul poem – Alexander Pope
- The Net by Sara Teasdale
- Виктор Калитин – Фиалка
- The Two April Mornings by William Wordsworth
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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).
