FOUR POEMS BY JAMES RYAN MORRIS
She
Said
there is a
time
for us, & a
place
for that – the poem.
such conflict,
between
the lady & the
poem
that separation
is
today, we look
one
at the other,
both
aware that
in
the final
love
there is no
allowance
for
tomorrow
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The
Hope
softly,
woman
softly,
your
voice
my
hand,
Our
collaboration
of detail
–
the way it
is.
Quiet &
softly
on the
ledge
of
night.
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Face
To Face
In the
cellar
I
come
face to
face
with a rat,
brown
cornered
like
myself...
if I move he
moves,
and all I want is my
stash
& to get
back
upstairs
to my ol
lady.
Just which
one
of
us
knows
the
rules
of survival &
need
best?
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The
Relief
Living with the
poem
is very, very
difficult.
It can’t cook, make a
bed
or yield
bread...
it does nothing for
me.
But wait: my immense
lies
are stabilized, & to
be
relieved of that
self
is
accomplishment
outside of
poetry.
Posted: Tue - April 1, 2008 at 08:08 PM
