Susan Lacovara

Veteran Poet - 1,893 Points [Peace of My Heart] (1963 / New York)

Comments about Susan Lacovara

  • Silver Star - 8,437 Points Michael Mcparland (10/26/2014 12:32:00 AM)

    I've not yet read a lot of your poems but what I have are wonderful and beautiful. You are truly gifted and speak from your heart and soul. :)

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  • Rookie - 41 Points Walter C. Edwards (6/9/2014 7:05:00 PM)

    Dear Susan,
    just read Act two very well done, the thought of painting on the ceiling? well i guess it will keep me thinking.
    Thanks,
    Walter C. Edwards

  • Rookie Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/6/2014 7:27:00 AM)

    excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels. i invite you to read my poem

  • Rookie Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/6/2014 7:27:00 AM)

    excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels. i invite you to read my poem

  • Veteran Poet - 1,163 Points Richard Beevor (5/8/2014 2:46:00 PM)

    mandolin wind, susan I loved it, great work, reading more now

  • Veteran Poet - 1,163 Points Richard Beevor (5/6/2014 11:14:00 AM)

    was this a great poem......of course, case closed! Brilliant work Susan

  • Veteran Poet - 1,163 Points Richard Beevor (5/6/2014 12:42:00 AM)

    love Like Icarus, a brilliant poem

  • Rookie Orin Griffin (3/23/2014 8:38:00 AM)

    Very nice write, scenic and visual, thank you for sharing your work.

  • Rookie - 69 Points Jemima Rivas (2/27/2014 3:30:00 PM)

    Very nice poem very nice rhythm but does it mean something tell me what it means plz :)

  • Rookie Geody Harman (2/26/2014 10:37:00 AM)

    Insightful.. It enlightens the mind to a period of introspection and reflection. I like it!

Best Poem of Susan Lacovara

Artist Alone

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.

Read the full of Artist Alone

Green The Grasses Seem

If you like the lace and lateness,
Then prepare your bed in lust

If you crave a winding wooded trail,
Then shade your eyes from dust

If you light the match, to brighten,
Then brave the growing flame

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