Susan Lacovara

Gold Star - 5,416 Points (1963 / New York)

Artist Alone - Poem by Susan Lacovara

It is not with the sadness,
Nor madness,
Of Van Gogh
That I exclude myself
On winter days, in February...
Neither is it with the passion
Of Mc Kuen' s loneliness
That prompts me to feed
The returning gray cat...
Surely it isn't the same
Broken hearted heaviness
That took Dali' s spirit
Makes me question why
I surrender
To the paleness
Of my room, unattached
To another's heart....
Tis merely my own poet's prison
That paints my starry starry night.


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(02/03/12)

Comments about Artist Alone by Susan Lacovara

  • Dee Corpolongo (6/2/2016 4:21:00 AM)


    Another excellent poem written with such descriptiveness and feeling that you always do so well. My friend, my favorite, I hope all is well. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/9/2016 1:03:00 PM)


    I surrender to the paleness of my room
    Unattached to another's heart.

    Susan, your loneliness speaks directly with the readers heart. beautiful choice of words. Congrats. And thanks for sharing.
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  • Bill Cantrell (4/24/2016 6:49:00 PM)


    Wow, I so relate to this, I am in my own poets prison also, it is like hearing an echo. (Report) Reply

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (4/15/2016 2:34:00 AM)


    It is not with the sadness,
    Nor madness,
    Of Van Gogh
    That I exclude myself
    On winter days, in February...

    Makes me question why
    I surrender
    To the paleness
    Of my room, unattached
    To another's heart....
    Tis merely my own poet's prison
    That paints my starry starry night.
    Wow.
    Beautiful lines, dear poetess.
    I felt warming up to a new era.
    Yours is a touchy poem indeed.
    Would love to read more from you.
    Thanks dear poetess for this beautiful poem.
    Subhas.
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  • (3/22/2016 11:39:00 PM)


    It is merely my own poet's prison
    That pains my starry starry night.
    Superb expression projecting the inference of introspection of almost every one in our fraternity.
    Heartiest Congratulations for the poem of the Day.
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  • Bernard Snyder (3/22/2016 11:11:00 PM)


    Magnificently written Susan. Great job. (Report) Reply

  • (3/22/2016 9:26:00 PM)


    Yes, poets are melancholic notes
    Played on a piano of metaphors

    Very beautiful and inspiring poem,
    .quite a delight!
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  • Manuel Llopis (3/22/2016 2:40:00 PM)


    beautiful writing. thank you :) (Report) Reply

  • Moira Cameron (3/22/2016 11:18:00 AM)


    That is wonderul! Artfully done, no pun intended. Beautiful! (Report) Reply

  • (3/22/2016 10:44:00 AM)


    Very well done, Susan. Congratulations on having it selected as poem of the day! (Report) Reply

  • (3/22/2016 10:36:00 AM)


    Very nice. Love the part about retreating to the paleness of the room. (Report) Reply

  • Bill Galvin (3/22/2016 10:25:00 AM)


    Awareness and acceptance... no judgment... we are who we are... Nicely done. (Report) Reply

  • Akachukwu Lekwauwa (3/22/2016 7:49:00 AM)


    congrats! it's nice to see this poem emerge as member poem of the day just few hours after i'd read and commented on it...comparison congrats Susan my favorite poet member! (Report) Reply

  • Richard Inya (3/22/2016 5:20:00 AM)


    This is a wonderful job, Susan. You aren't doing badly. Cheers. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/22/2016 5:08:00 AM)


    Heaviness! ! ! With the muse of love and pain. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • (3/22/2016 4:05:00 AM)


    Simply amazing. Such a vivid paint of one of those days. Congratulations for poem of the day. Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Emebet Mesfin (3/22/2016 2:55:00 AM)


    unattached...... I like it. (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (3/22/2016 12:16:00 AM)


    A very heart rending piece, Susan. Excellent.
    Congrats on poem of the day.
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  • Akachukwu Lekwauwa (3/21/2016 4:14:00 AM)


    loneliness is a golden tool in the hands of an artist. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (2/27/2016 11:02:00 AM)


    I surrender
    To the paleness
    Of my room, unattached
    To another's heart....
    Tis merely my own poet's prison
    in lurid lone of paleness cry ceases to call
    as silhouette looks dappled grey onshore, yet wrought by deep poignancy, yet sadness engulfs to hold breath in midst of soliloquy of sorrow, ++, thanks for sharing
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 5, 2013


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