when rain falls
in the nascent glow
of a streetlight,
it seems to wear a veil,
a widow’s gown
you and i
have felt the distance
between two knees
sitting too close
it’s taken its toll
the bells of the church
agree – and inside
The Beatles lament
the loss
and turn
defiantly –
those headlights in the rain.
Hi everyone!
Thrilled to announce that my poem MANIC closed out the “How to handle explosives week” contest with EverydayPoets.com. It includes an interview with me regarding the creative process…
Enjoy! And please, let me know your thoughts!
strange
rs.
we are all
kidding ourselves
with these con
fessions
these open arm barin
g of souls,
the natural incli
nation
is to lie.
“you have a glow about you”
i remember writing
in the sand of
Ipanema…
similar to this?
do you like always
having these ghosts
around?
you reach and reach,
sand blows
desolate heat rings.
[circa 4th of july 2010]
father takes the small
body to the back, hunches
over a shovel.
finished, the small wood
cross is the only solace
in the still morning.
he, exasperated: how many
times
must i say you’re beautiful?
she hears: full
and it
creeps over her
like an enervating sickness
ravaging
the weak.
Hope everyone is having a great holiday in the US!!! Happy Birthday America! 🙂
and in the bright dusk
a police helicopter makes us
young uninitiated ones
lift our chins
defiantly
and those worn out
sit without space
on the bench outside Family Dollar
while the weeds
thirst for cracks in cement
and outside Bill’s one woman
aged white and drunk
dials no one over and over and
over.
Poetry by JC Snyder 