Monday, April 27, 2015

Stefanie Bennett- Three Poems


 
FOLLOWING THE BALLAD ‘GORBANEVSKAYA’
1974 ..........................   
 
 
Imprisonment is never sweet, Natalya...
In or out of the garbage pail.
 
And –, clutter’s affluence finds its keeper
Chisel blue; solid as an amputee’s outlook;
 
Wholesome –: the ensnarement drawn
On the first official day of spring.
 
 
                          -O-
 
 
Shalom –: you’ve run that race of numbers
Fleeced from the capitulated crypt.
 
Now, the agent promises a secured apartment;
Hoar-frost at your beck and call
 
To illustrate those wolverine stuttered lines
Placed upon the page; digital –
 
 
                        -O-
 
 
A mummy’s tomb. Grappling in the dour details
As must be your custom,
 
Leaving party schisms in rags – you’ve re-altered
The thaw. Ah!
 
Peeking through sanity’s lattice, comes
The chuckling, “... Balance yourselves.”
 
 
                     -O-
 
 
We try! Tenacity is not our forum. You pay
For this. You pay...
 
 
 
 
NIET!!!  NO.        
 
 
No –, we don’t play
Spin-the-bottle
Any more.
 
Instead we watch
The day
Explode
 
Its chalice
Of electrodes
Rippling
 
The caustic air, and
A canal
That won’t
 
Stop weeping.
 
 
 
MAZE    
 
 
Things happen, even
The expected.
A blade
That serves...
A voice
That cries
 
“Who am I...”
  
 
 
Stefanie Bennett has published several volumes of poetry and had poems appear with
Mad Swirl, The Camel Saloon, Illya’s Honey, Jelly Fish Whispers, Shot Glass Journal,
Boston Poetry Magazine and others. She has acted as a publishing editor and worked
with Arts Action for Peace. Of mixed ancestry [Italian/Irish/Paugussett-Shawnee] she
was born in North Queensland, Australia, in 1945.
 
 

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