His absence makes my presence
in the world seem artless and obsolete.
I sift and sort through memories,
the scuttle of pigeons across my mind,
labor without delivery-
sweeping the broken floor
of my heart, convinced
somewhere I will find a remaining
piece of his love, a shard of glass
that I can use to cut myself.
Lisa Zaran, Arizona, USA
I love Lisa's poetry- she has such a style of writing that goes straight to the heart of things.
ReplyDeleteThere's very little frills but, oh, such feeling and soul.
Thanks for posting her poetry here.
Visual and visceral. Your words
ReplyDeleteperfectly chosen and rise in one's
mind to still the reader.
The midsection of your poem truly
would be a beautiful baby is
she come out into the world.
Just lovely.
Love it. Lisa has raw talent that she sculpts into such mesmerizing poems, full of feeling and imagery.
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