Lyrical Lament: A Poetry Blog

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I. We either drown or burn sinking into brackish depths overwhelmed with watery sorrow gasping, immobilized choking on the sea’s...

A child asked Walt Whitman, what is the grass? Mine asks me, what is death? An abyss stretches out— cavernous, a barren blankness. What...

City of hot hibiscus of dark magnolia, secretive stiff and glossy-leaved she offers her sleek ivory chalices of nectar, of sweet ambrosia...

After those many minutes, jewels—miniscule, precious— voices intertwining, undulating, threading together, joining in a single strand,...

The day begins as such: suddenly awake, 3 a.m., the febrile hour, blank bedroom, an open window, black, indigo velvet blue humid iris...

“Youth gone and beauty, what remains of bliss? …Youth gone and beauty gone, what doth remain? The longing of a heart pent up forlorn, A...

Blessed is he. Blessed is he who vibrates in your ecstasy, O God, Who loves his fellow man with the poignancy of his own beloved, cradle...

When will fear, stretched like a film, no longer wrap the world in a haze so that my eyes cannot discern its true forms, making earth’s...

I. The nature of motherhood is fragmented I am carved in pieces and devoured fractured like a puzzle...

Your voice, swollen with God, makes my eyes brim with tears, my throat clench with joy. An old woman now, sallow and weary, sharp and...

Life gives us what we don’t want. And perhaps what we need. An obstacle to overcome— you must suffer in this place for decades, even...

The reed at her lips, the strings in his hand, how making music resembles making love in its energy and rhythm, the listening and...

She was born an only child to a midwestern family. Parents educated and with means. She wanted for nothing, lacked nothing. Though later...

I. He was born on a spring day to a man and a woman. He lived in a certain town and graduated high school and then college, excelling at...

Circling for hours in an irritable parade of steel and rubber, gleaming and sizzling in the midday glare, our anticipation disintegrates...

In the afternoon when I am woman and you are the August sweat behind my knees, the azalea seducing my honeybee, the sidewalk dust in my...

Searching for a silence that never comes, the leaves of the tree that my window looks out onto quiver in the way of an impressionist...

A winter stupor. Heavy blankness, mind clouded by illness. Sitting in the same chair, in the same room, amidst the same grey morning...

My tongue shattered my mind sank my breath floundered the days lengthened my hips lamented the dog napped impatiently and my breasts...