s./j. goldner

Rookie (March 2nd,1984 / USA)

Sea Takes The Ship, The - Poem by s./j. goldner

What they want are more gravestones to topple,
frost to whet their blighted voices.
- Bill Rasmovicz, from 'Crows'


She's careful never to overstay her welcome.
When she leaves, she leaves quietly in the night
while the fog is settling around the city scrapers.

The smooth stank of the city is beguiling.
As gray glistened air creeps out of sidewalk
vents, almost alive. Definitely not dead.

Packing up her things, sick of his boldface lies.
His bullsh*t is too heavy to carry. She leaves it behind.
One cannot see the stars, until they hit the suburbs

where her eyes become transfixed.
The moon, obscured by clouds. We spend our lives
trying to conceal: the look of being lost.

Plucking hope—like pulling teeth—out of the bleakest confines,
corners, of dead-end streets. The night a vacuum,
like a thousand piercings. Tattooed and eternal.

There's always something from which to hide. She's ever so
tired. Crying rape because it's more effective than crying wolf;
The verge of acquiescence. The cliff of defiance.

It's real: the fury. Like the absence and breakdown of
chlorophyll in autumn leaves. The anger comes in spurts,
and spits out like growth. Truth is ever only partially told, at best.


Comments about Sea Takes The Ship, The by s./j. goldner

  • (10/23/2007 2:10:00 AM)

    Truth is only partially told, at best; but your vivid images evoke a truth which is so hard to bear that most of humandkind walks by, eyes averted or closed. It is no wonder that so many stumble.

    Your eyes, at least, are open. This poem is both original and moving. It seems a throwback to fifty years ago, but I digress. - Will
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  • (10/21/2007 9:03:00 PM)

    In some uncorking canned worm way I like this....truth is never fully told...
    You use some rather well placed phrazin' well done...
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  • (10/10/2007 9:52:00 PM)

    'The smooth stank of the city is beguiling./As gray glistened air creeps out of sidewalk/vents, almost alive. Definitely not dead.'
    Very strong images throughout this one. Interesting how things come into focus in the transition from city to suburbs.
    Strong, heartfelt, offering the hope of redemption amid the despair of disappointment.
    This might be your best yet, sus.
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  • (10/10/2007 5:55:00 PM)

    By analogy you've left the ship to its fate - you're free to make the observations and to draw the conclusions. In this powerfully reflective piece you shake reluctant self-metaphor and own-imagery into recreating a scene of shattered illusions freed of guilt. Write on M'Lady... Rgds, Ivan (Report)Reply

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  • (10/10/2007 3:37:00 PM)

    ................................ awsome... s./j. goldner (Report)Reply

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  • (10/10/2007 3:23:00 PM)

    'we spend our lives trying to conceal the look of being lost' -great line sus-
    ben
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011


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