s./j. goldner

Rookie (March 2nd,1984 / USA)

Mother Nature - Poem by s./j. goldner

I could sleep with him a million times
and he'd still be a volatile son-of-a-bitch.

His parents don't know what he never saw in her:
he couldn't see past the charm into her
manipulative heart,
her cunning wits—
charged like a negative ion.

Not unapproachably pretty—
she rocked every persona she encountered,
leaving the petty to their petty ways.

Picking the brains clean with her dry realism—
her sadistic thirst for life;
the unquenchable desire she was equipped with
at birth.
Pathetic and desperate, incorrect description.
Mad and brilliant, exact representation.

Comments about Mother Nature by s./j. goldner

  • (4/12/2008 4:45:00 PM)


    What is metaphor and why does language seem to be a self-contained paradox, containing its own yen and yang, more powerful than the sword and yet unable to break a single bone, unlike Mother Nature, the dear old yenta with hurricane halitosis?
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  • (3/31/2008 6:43:00 PM)

    Interesting stuff - you have a talent for the unusual juxtaposition
    of disparate images!
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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 31, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 20, 2009

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