Susan Lacovara

Silver Star - 3,010 Points [Peace of My Heart] (1963 / New York)

Susan Lacovara Poems

1. Kept, Kindly 11/20/2013
2. I, Left, Pandora's Box 11/20/2013
3. Overstepping While Tiptoeing 12/4/2013
4. Knapsack Carry-All 12/11/2013
5. Someday Sundays 12/17/2013
6. Passerby 1/18/2014
7. Enter The Illusion Of You 1/30/2014
8. Maiden Flight 2/1/2014
9. Of Shadows 2/4/2014
10. The Anonymous Athlete 2/9/2014
11. The Want Of Wasted Words 2/16/2014
12. Turnstiles 2/26/2014
13. On Overload 3/12/2014
14. Crumb Hunting 3/22/2014
15. Dear Dom 3/23/2014
16. Where Lilacs Find Me 4/2/2014
17. Her Daughter 4/14/2014
18. Hold Tight The Reins 4/25/2014
19. Hopeful Not Hopeless 4/25/2014
20. My Dog Awaits 5/1/2014
21. Mandolin Wind 5/4/2014
22. Glazed Over 5/4/2014
23. To See Beyond The Skin 5/20/2014
24. Finding A Fading Forget-Me -Not 5/18/2014
25. Tormented By The Tiniest Of Something Missing 5/31/2014
26. Before The Afterthought 6/3/2014
27. Peonies 6/4/2014
28. Every Summer Birthday 6/5/2014
29. Return To Sender 6/5/2014
30. Own You'Ve Grown 6/10/2014
31. The Sheer Physicality Of Pain 6/11/2014
32. My Own Design 6/11/2014
33. Upon Discovering A Losing Raffle Ticket 6/13/2014
34. Seen On Seventh Avenue 6/18/2014
35. Salty Night 6/21/2014
36. Tonight Before Tomorrow 6/23/2014
37. Crosswords 7/15/2014
38. Light Ii 7/15/2014
39. Low Resistance 7/30/2014
40. Mathematical Formulation 7/30/2014
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.

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Smooth Intruder

He asks a ransom for the kidnapping
Of my kisses
And then prepares to flee
To Costa Rica (and recover) ...

Leaves me not at the roadside,
But safe inside my own sanctuary...

And disappears into the darkness
Of December
Causing my thoughts to paint a portrait
Of his bare chest, breathing.

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