Susan Lacovara

Bronze Star - 2,167 Points [Peace of My Heart] (1963 / New York)

Susan Lacovara Poems

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

Oh and how true, your troubles remain...
You've hidden your fingerprints
In her long dark mane
Sold all of your secrets
For the price of a tall drink....
What did you really imagine she'd think?

Then polished your brown boots
Arrogance slicked back your hair..

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