Lyrical Lament: A Poetry Blog

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...

I. The muted despair of awakening from a 3pm nap after champagne dreams to the hopeless slant of late afternoon sunlight shadowing my...

It took me a while to unearth the reason why your suggestion disturbed me The plant you gave me for some special occasion was it my...

I. I am living now In the realm of feeling. I have abandoned sense and reason, The external world of making and doing. I am no longer...

I. If it, like a stone, could be set down when one leaves at four and picked up again the next morning at eight. If it could be...

I. In this moment of silence When nothing is needed from me No husband demands my attention or dog my caress When there are no more...

Artemis Beware the critical mind, for it is a self-devouring beast. Like your trusted arrow, sharp and merciless. A lifetime of spouting...

https://aaregistry.org/poem/did-this-happen-to-your-motherdid-your-sister-throw-up-a-lot-by-alice-walker/ I. I love a man who is not...