52. The Nobody.

For Dana, with love -

So the sun does not cry. He looks like you.

I have left a different shadow -

Empty and scintillating.

All of what I was is a sad twilight. It is yours.

His bones love the universe; mine are buried.

 

The final pain disintegrates to earth.

I sleep in the wedding chapel, alone.

Silence on the altar, stubbed out blunts,

Caring as a child, and confident.

And not wishing to speak at all, awaiting the exclamation.

 

The sun, no, He elevates his equals,

And at night He is charming.

My achievements, looking without opposites,

Are lost in God’s purse, in deceitful isolation.

Black and pregnant, breathless as phosgene gas.

 

Every hour is in danger from the dead silence,

Standing still in the kitchen, not thinking of Him.

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

maybe i should read it about twenty times..I get bits...lose bits.....then find em somewhere else...You haven't lost your touch...Whenever I read one of your poems I feel as if I have stepped into a parallel universe that then insists upon following me around.....That's a good thing, yeah?

[Rosalind Gale]

I hope so . . . it is lovely to hear from you, Doc.
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[Sami Khalil]

Very powerful and packed with great imagery. Nothing like great poetry like this...:)....

[Rosalind Gale]

Thanks Sami -
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[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).....

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Rosalind you are a reservoir of brilliant complex and overlapping shades of human emotion. I truly love my visits here. I envy your never ending script of genius :)

[Rosalind Gale]

Lynn! Thank you!
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[Emily B]

pure poetry, it sings to my heart

[Rosalind Gale]

Thanks so much Emily -
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[Ruth]

There is never an image or emotion that is weak in your writing, tints my Poetic heart with wonderment and intrigue, excellent xo

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you Poppy, I hope you are doing good -
Love from
Rosalind
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[Corset]

To every person there is but one sun, but one sun high in the sky, in our universe there are thousands of suns, for we are not limited by the canopy of blue sky. You are ever phenomenal in every thing you do.

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you my friend **hugs**
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[Corset]

Hugs back atcha

[Leslie Philibert]

Wow...I read a lot of great poems today. This is packed with fine imagery, specific and situative, each word weighs superbly, this has a Plathian strenghth, great.

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you Leslie -
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[Coyote Poetry]

Rosalind, amazing use of words.
"The sun, no, He elevates his equals,
And at night He is charming.
My achievements, looking without opposites,
Are lost in God’s purse, in deceitful isolation.
Black and pregnant, breathless as phosgene gas."
The above lines are my favorite. I could create a poem from them. Deadly silence leave us in a bad place. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Rosalind Gale]

Thank you Coyote - your words mean a great deal. If you did, I would be honored that you created a poem from those lines.

Rosa
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[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome and I will attempt.

[h d e rushin]

the names of poets are epigraphic, as the names themselves, decipher ancient inscriptions.
And I shall admit unabashedly, with God and Earth as witness, that I love poetry. Cant really
put my finger on the 'how come'. I just do.

Like anything you love there's great pain; though filaments of threadlike butter filled reckonings also.
Pluto's only demand to Orpheus, for the love that he begged for, was not to ever glance backwards.
Not even to assure himself that true love was still following.
But to keep the things you love in front of you. That's what poet's do Rosalind. Play songs
so tender, the vultures cease to tear the giants liver.

Thankyou my friend. The title was so very apropos and what better way to celebrate one's birthday
than to see your name and not have to deny it. An objectivist mostly whose theory that moral
good is objectively real and that moral precepts are objectively valid.

I am honored. dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow this is a wonderfully dark write..."his bones love the universe; mine are buried"---
sleeping in the wedding chapel alone...
and as Hamlet said "and the rest is silence"

really good to see you writing again, Rosalind.
jacob

[Rosalind Gale]

Thanks so much Jacob - I am happy to hear from you.

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