Emily Rosko

Aubade - Poem by Emily Rosko

There's loneliness and there's this—
an unfrequented song, a startling voice
across years. A shifting position, hymn
from the hard bench, sharp something in
there, glass-glinted. If the movement
of trees in the weather front were enough.
If the notes were off-pitch but piercing
(which they are) as birdcall across
the stirring hour. In the woods,
a rustling of creatures we have no
idea of. Outcrops of limestone, wet leaves
lush and deadly. There's a time for killing,
some tell us, in the corner
of the who-knows-whereabouts. Everywhere,
the roadside lilies in thick morning
dew open orange and in numbers, one
after the other. Sun so strange it's as
though our looking, for a time, is first.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Comments about Aubade by Emily Rosko

  • Susan Williams (3/15/2016 3:44:00 PM)

    Oh, yes! ! ! This is a poet who is not afraid to play with words and string them together like many colored beads to get the emotional reaction she want. Bravo! (Report) Reply

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  • (3/15/2016 7:54:00 AM)

    Mind blowing narration and amazing style of presentation . Thanks for sharing here.10 points. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/15/2016 2:13:00 AM)

    Sun so strange! ! But, with the muse of love. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Mehmet Turgut (6/10/2015 7:06:00 AM)

    Bu şiirden birşey anlamadım222 (Report) Reply

  • Mehmet Turgut (6/10/2015 7:06:00 AM)

    Bu şiirden birşey anlamadım? ? ? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 21, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 27, 2014

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