Elena Goldenberg Poems

Into blue-grey mist of the evening sky
Through the moonway curtains ablaze
Like a march of shells in a roaring tide
Like a shower of rocks in a sweeping glide
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I feel computers’ heart down in my chest
its beat as low and level as a Monday morning
its digital command of visors in my head
as perfect as a neatly staged religious mourning
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my world is being shattered to peices
by cold seated deep in your heart
in a chest where nothing is beating
still something is ready to start
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Seaside. Sunshine. Ocean's touch.
Life is balancing to and fro.
You've forgotten so very much.
You've forgotten to live, little bro.
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Another memory to stay
Has come without command
I would have loved it to delay
And make a handsome round
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The night is going to be long
I'm feeling blue and washed along
The coast of someone's happy dreams
A life exactly what it seems
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I might seek for a form to fit me in
Or might I just fall apart?
For blisters to hurt, to burn and grin
I might care to hold my part.
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My pulse is heated to pace with yours
So far yet into the heart
Through night-shut curtains and closed doors
My lines weave into your chart
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I draw with words of an angry paint
My life's complexion is slightly faint
My cheekbones high in an easy bite
A phantom headache's embrace is light
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When I hold your hand
My life is whole
I feel fulfilled
And upright I stand
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