Noelle Kocot

(United States / New York)

I Am Like A Desert Owl, An Owl Among The Ruins - Poem by Noelle Kocot

The alpha You. The omega You.
My grandmother's ghost, its girlish snafu
Basking in the waters of urgency.
But I want the coolness of snow.
I want pairs of hands that speak to me cleanly,
Sutras to resuscitate what reigns
Over warped celluloid and heirlooms I can't touch.
There are no family photographs.
Once I was ordinary.
I rattled around with arms, with legs,
With a damp remembering that served me well.
Then, a little sleep, a little slumber,
A little folding of the hands to rest.
I asked myself, don't you just love it?
And then, why don't you just love it?
And then, from what grace have I fallen?
Am I Sisyphus with his mute rock
Unsettling the topsoil, dissolved now
Into brandied battle shouts and pages that breathe like people?
There are hazards here, more so than before
The Furies struck and scarved the white night sifting
The bright waterlights blinking
And grieving over a mash of ice.
Like them, I wanted only to die, moon-dark, blessed,
Poised beneath the driest arrows of my suffering,
Far from the flocks of burning, singing gulls,
Face to face with the God of my childhood.


Comments about I Am Like A Desert Owl, An Owl Among The Ruins by Noelle Kocot

  • Bronze Star - 2,171 Points Leah Ayliffe (5/16/2014 9:43:00 AM)

    This is a beautiful poem. There is a sadness and brilliance to it. Great read! (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,171 Points Leah Ayliffe (5/16/2014 9:43:00 AM)

    This is a beautiful poem. There is a sadness and brilliance to it. Great read! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 16, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, May 16, 2014


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