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
- Федор Сологуб – В лунном озарении
- Яков Полонский – После праздника
- Вероника Тушнова – Звезда
- Intimidation by Satish Verma
- To Make A Dadist Poem by Tristan Tzara
- On Wenlock Edge The Wood’s In Trouble poem – A. E. Housman
- Ольга Берггольц – Надежда
- The Rose Of Battle by William Butler Yeats
- Robert Burns: The Farewell To the Brethren of St. James’ Lodge, Tarbolton:
- Olney Hymn 31: On The Death Of A Minister by William Cowper
- Владимир Британишский – Дали ему дивизию
- Михаил Лермонтов – Баллада (из Байрона)
- Here’s to the Mice! by Vachel Lindsay
- Baby’s Way by Rabindranath Tagore
- Владимир Маяковский – Вам
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).
