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
- Décembre austral by Patryck Froissart
- Robert Burns: On A Scotch Bard, Gone To The West Indies:
- A Commonplace Day by Thomas Hardy
- Beyond The Veil by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- The Grammar Lesson by Steve Kowit
- Sonnet. The Day Is Gone poem – John Keats poems
- Lamentations by Siegfried Sassoon
- Олег Бундур – Неправильный кот
- Earthy Anecdote by Wallace Stevens
- Владимир Высоцкий – Ленинградская блокада
- Владимир Британишский – Горы, горы – горизонты
- “Give me a roof where Wisdom dwells” poem – Alfred Austin
- Sonnet LXVII by William Shakespeare
- Louisa: After Accompanying Her On A Mountain Excursion by William Wordsworth
- The Pleiades poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
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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).
