Susan Lacovara

Gold Star - 4,909 Points [Peace of My Heart] (1963 / New York)

Susan Lacovara Poems

1. Untruths 9/4/2013
2. Green The Grasses Seem 9/5/2013
3. Smooth Intruder 9/5/2013
4. Hand-Me Down 9/5/2013
5. She Said, He Said 9/5/2013
6. Reminder...Note To Self 9/5/2013
7. Enchanctress 9/15/2013
8. Must We Always Part In Autumn 9/13/2013
9. Assignment 9/16/2013
10. Gray Be Gone Today 9/16/2013
11. Am I Still On Your Speedail 9/16/2013
12. In Your Own Shoes 9/17/2013
13. Take Cover 9/9/2013
14. Ten 9/18/2013
15. Untitled, But Entitled..... 9/18/2013
16. Case Closed 9/23/2013
17. Tea On Tuesday 9/24/2013
18. Boys Of Summer 9/24/2013
19. Lure 9/24/2013
20. Spellbound 9/25/2013
21. Buttercream Beauty 9/25/2013
22. Blink 9/26/2013
23. Draw From The Well 10/1/2013
24. Harvest 10/1/2013
25. Leave Now, But For A Moment 10/1/2013
26. The Commonality Of Connecting Words 9/21/2013
27. When We Were Young On Walnut Street 10/4/2013
28. Detangling One Season From Another 10/7/2013
29. Riptide 10/7/2013
30. Gracious, But I'D Be Lying 10/8/2013
31. While Out Walking A Winding Road 10/3/2013
32. I Slip Into Spice 10/3/2013
33. Watching Windows, From Afar 10/15/2013
34. Day Divided And Now Done 10/17/2013
35. Last Call For Lovers, Gamblers And Wayward Wanderers 10/18/2013
36. Two Brothers, One Roof 10/20/2013
37. A Corduroy Coat 10/21/2013
38. Fattened By The Hand That Feeds You 10/21/2013
39. Well Wishes (On Wednesday) 10/24/2013
40. Unsent Loveletters 10/13/2013
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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Hand-Me Down

Give me back the worn shirt
that once, I thought your favorite-
so I can wrap myself in it
on days when I forget how you smell
or how much we loved each other
or what it felt like to be warmed
in your embrace
after being caught in a sudden rain

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