s./j. goldner

Rookie (March 2nd,1984 / USA)

Worlds Apart - Poem by s./j. goldner

Stare stone-faced,
absorb the anger.

Consume the hatred—
let it morph inside you

and develop into love.
The beauty is the cure

for his incipient wretchedness.
The air, saturated with sex.

I live the life
of a thousand descendants

from my mother.
In the wake of the city lights:

her face gathered in her father's.
The thundering fury, the fluorescent stars—

Pop! How many lives will she live
by the time she's twenty-five.

3 lovers in 3 days:
stress, adequately misplaced.

Comments about Worlds Apart by s./j. goldner

  • (6/29/2010 12:15:00 AM)

    I can't believe someone in their 20's wrote this. What an intense, deep piece. Might be the deepest I've read of yours *so far*. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/7/2008 10:52:00 AM)

    Goldy, you've captured alienation, dissatisfaction, longing, and resolute acceptance here. Worlds Apart indeed. Walled away from everyone, everywhere. Construction of the walls begin in the first line 'stare stone-faced.' They almost seem to build themselves in 'his incipient wretchedness.' And their strength is tested in the end with 'stress, adequately misplaced.' Not just one world apart. Not just one wall-builder. I was particularly impressed with the mystery of hatred morphing into love, and in the question of how many lives shall there be before age 25. Very strong. Very intriguing. Thank you!

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  • (3/31/2008 2:50:00 PM)

    never cease to amaze sus, great write.
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  • (3/31/2008 2:24:00 PM)

    Lustful! ! Very Passionate. Keep up the Pennings.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 31, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, March 31, 2008

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