Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Stefanie Bennett- Two Poems

In the crook of the season
A lone dragonfly
Hurtles headfirst
Into the man-made lake.
From the bank I watch
The suicide. How to
Interpret an insect thought?
How echo it back?
This amphitheatre’s foreboding enough.
Humans rush to
A stop-watching dynasty with
Gyroscope transplanted hearts.
It won’t do. Stretch! Strike out!
... Becoming the kamikaze
Stream of consciousness
Means so much
Less of you... claims
The otherness
Of others. Is that
What we’re resurged for?
The sigh that rises
The lily-pad has
A diabolical lilt:
It’s over.
I trudge benignly homeward:
Mourn the large life,
The small death
Of it all –.
Don’t talk to me
The beginning
Of the end.
Since then,
The face
I wasn’t
Born with
Stefanie Bennett has published several volumes of poetry and worked with Arts Action for Peace. Her poems appear in Mad Swirl, Shot Class Journal, The Galway Review, The Lake, Ink, Sweat and Tears, The Mind[less] Muse, Poems to Empower Agent Orange Victims, Illya’s Honey and others. Of mixed heritage [Italian/Irish/Paugussett-Shawnee] she was born in Queensland, Australia in 1945

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