Someone inside says, "Get busy."
But I've got appointments to keep,
I have an abstemious love of equations calculated quickly
While the tepid day melts into design.
...
The alpha You. The omega You.
My grandmother's ghost, its girlish snafu
...
The human realities of the living are now
As close to me as my own—oh, see how
...
"You" have transformed into "my loss."
The nettles in your vanished hair
...
It's the fern beyond the wind, the classic
Eruptions. Night is a funnel that is overcome.
...
A plausible place, this sea of air.
Somehow, the fragments of a later
Time get pulled out of the memory.
...
The loose elements, this striving toward the
Kingdom. The body is a blessing. I wait in
A foothold and bury the evidence. For years
A lamb strutted around on a hillside, never lonely.
...
It is always winter here, and the fear
Is just a crash into being tangled. Gnarled
Sister with your lucious drunkenness,
We are not at the end of something. In
...
Love swept away the crumbs
And made its exit. Over the
Great fields of Horace, over the
Time-ridden monkey bars of yore,
...
Noelle Kocot is an American poet. She is the author of six full-length collections of poetry, including the forthcoming Soul in Space (Wave Books, October 2013), The Bigger World (Wave Books, 2011) and Sunny Wednesday (Wave Books, 2009). She has also published Poet By Default (Wave Books, 2011), a limited-edition collection of translations of the poems of Tristan Corbière. Kocot has received numerous honors for her poetry, including a NEA fellowship and inclusion in The Best American Poetry anthologies for 2001 and 2012 and the 2013 edition of Postmodern American Poetry: A Norton Anthology. She was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York and resides in New Jersey.)
While Writing
Someone inside says, "Get busy."
But I've got appointments to keep,
I have an abstemious love of equations calculated quickly
While the tepid day melts into design.
And the high cheekbones of the beautiful life
Bear the loose look of a calendar by lamplight.
I search for patterns in everything.
I am tied in knots of comprehension.
I think, how useful it might be
To pierce all the hands of the earth
With an oath of pins encircling snarling planets
But talent and shallowness sewn together
Is nothing but a kerchief tied around a survivalist's head,
And it helps to know the feet wriggling through a hole
In the universe will land for an instant
Upon the cushions of the dark,
And that after marching one doozy of a kilometer after another,
We each come upon the same poem scribbled in invisible ink
Taped to the door of a room
In which an austere justice is burning for us.
You are somehow different from the contemporary American poets. I love this unique tone in your words. Please keep this sensibility up and get connected with people who also think like you but write different way. Regards. Subhas
Congratulations being chosen as The Poet Of The Day Today by Poem Hunter abnd Team. I am very happy to read this. Keep on writing, please!