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
- Song-Books of the War by Siegfried Sassoon
- Entering the Body by Michelle Bonczek Evory
- Paradise Lost: Book 12 poem – John Milton poems
- Address To Kilchurn Castle, Upon Loch Awe by William Wordsworth
- The Wound-Dresser by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Набоков – Кубы
- Grace Before Song poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Otho The Great – Act V poem – John Keats poems
- Forbidden Fruit by Mukeshkumar Raval
- Sonnet 111: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide by William Shakespeare
- Metaphors by Sylvia Plath
- life on the escalator by Raj Arumugam
- My Journey by Vikki Bonyata
- Джон Китс – Чаттертону
- Fiction Tips – The Snare of Coincidence
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).
