S.J. Goldner
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Burning thy bridges—dost thou make you happy, my daughter?
When all is said and done, will you not be standing in a heaping pile
of ash and soot? Of the wreckage of a life once so well-lived;
I love you, my daughter—but I cannot stand by to see this:
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The days since you
have been more than difficult.
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I search for things to cloud my mind,
to maintain a dulling of the pain.
The suffering is drowning,
but the sense of self is ever-growing.
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I will continue to live.
To love is an option.
When life has torn your gut out
and swallowed it whole,
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A petite blonde gives her beau a lingering hug in the street;
she is leaving him and i can feel the bittersweetness of their parting.
An elder couple, hand-in-hand, wait to cross the avenue
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I looked up at her, “I can dance.”
No kidding. Let's see.
“Don't you like the way I dance?
Darling I like everything you do.
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If your cat stays at the sliding glass door, stares - oh she stares -
feeling like a slave when indoors
you might have on your hands, a yard cat for sure!
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this is the beginning
this is the end.
Swamped and deranged
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I'm librating betwixt
The cool and the unoriginal.
Someone help me out—
Tell me what's stale
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Maybe I'll die when I'm twenty-five
And maybe you'll love me then.
If I die when I'm twenty-five
Will you be sure to tell me when
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- I wanted to feel the youth on my fingertips.
- 'and what did it feel like? '
- Papery.
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He knew, somehow, this would all have to work in his favor.
Guests filtered in at relative snail speed - a barrage of color;
Crummy time for an intervention. Mistletoes & Manilow
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'You're falling in love with me aren't you.'
he affirms over the low drone of the V6 stereo.
He always could tell my thoughts.
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S.J. Goldner Biography
It's real: the fury. Like the absence and breakdown of chlorophyll in autumn leaves. The anger comes in spurts, and spits out like growth. Truth is ever only partially told, at best. Here & There Here a few poems, there a few tears what more do you need to give shape to your life? * -~- see 's./j. goldner' for my poems contributed 2004 - 2008 -~-)
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Burning thy bridges—dost thou make you happy, my daughter?
When all is said and done, will you not be standing in a heaping pile
of ash and soot? Of the wreckage of a life once so well-lived;
I love you, my daughter—but I cannot stand by to see this:
You, clawing at the grains of society and tearing up the foothills of humanity
with your savage beauty and fiery intellect—
An intelligence that is aflame, my daughter,
but one that is no doubt channeled in anger & lust.
I tried to keep you safe from the evil of this world, my daughter,
however it sank into thy bones. —Where is the peace I patiently taught you
by example? —I see no signs of it in thy thrashing heart.
I ran out of ideas, my daughter, and now I am gone—
Yet you live on, in my footsteps, in my memory, bearing my name.
I hesitate to say: Make me proud. Although when you feel my love—
like a fulfilling contentment in your dreams—wake up with it in thy heart
and be brave enough to keep it lit throughout the day.
And that, my daughter,
Is where you shall begin.
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..she has a way of imbuing straightforward English with a kind of freshness that is hard to scoff at,
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A One in the face of Many: eyes peeping through like holes carved from reality, allowing all to flow in without regulation. What a pleasure. Such is the case and the case is such.