Poems on Denise Levertov Seeking Honest Critique
#DeniseLevertov
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
5th Apr 2019 11:20am
5th Apr 2019 11:20am
[ CC ] What I Wish To Tell Her?
Every momentary encounter
spent debriefing her as if body
squeezing into a tightass dress?
Is a joyous occasion worth celebrating
in frames, though incomplete;
graphite studies far from finished
without hourglass manifestations as
reference;
she is fine art I crave to sketch
in prolonged life model sessions
baring answers to posed questions
this starving artist hungers for
spent debriefing her as if body
squeezing into a tightass dress?
Is a joyous occasion worth celebrating
in frames, though incomplete;
graphite studies far from finished
without hourglass manifestations as
reference;
she is fine art I crave to sketch
in prolonged life model sessions
baring answers to posed questions
this starving artist hungers for
#love
#art
#NaPoWriMo2019 #DeniseLevertov
#NaPoWriMo2019 #DeniseLevertov
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JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
19th Mar 2019 8:54pm
19th Mar 2019 8:54pm
[ CC ] Posteriority
I thought life was over
but then another had begun
when my back was turned
I was certain I left the Past behind
but there was still plenty ahead
shrewdly disguised as Future
I believed I was done
making a complete jackass of myself
but realized I wasn't ass-whole material
I was sure I was beyond making excuses
but ... but ... but .....
#DeniseLevertov
but then another had begun
when my back was turned
I was certain I left the Past behind
but there was still plenty ahead
shrewdly disguised as Future
I believed I was done
making a complete jackass of myself
but realized I wasn't ass-whole material
I was sure I was beyond making excuses
but ... but ... but .....
#DeniseLevertov
#LifeChangingMoment
#DeniseLevertov
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Ahavati
Poem Published
8th Mar 2019 00:38am
8th Mar 2019 00:38am
Life at War ( after Denise Levertov )
To compensate for my father’s
muted choice, I turned to poetry—
backpacks of word folded
precisely as parachutes.
Bullets from a magazine
shell-shocked my faculties—
ricocheted off the metal floor
of a downed chopper in ‘Nam.
Levertov referenced Rilke—
formless lumps he carried about;
the irony, or not
referencing her raw dough:
pebbles that plague memory
decades after the same war:
Rilke’s bitterness, Levertov’s weight
both buried mines in my...
muted choice, I turned to poetry—
backpacks of word folded
precisely as parachutes.
Bullets from a magazine
shell-shocked my faculties—
ricocheted off the metal floor
of a downed chopper in ‘Nam.
Levertov referenced Rilke—
formless lumps he carried about;
the irony, or not
referencing her raw dough:
pebbles that plague memory
decades after the same war:
Rilke’s bitterness, Levertov’s weight
both buried mines in my...
#soldiers
#war
#LifeAsAWriter
#PTSD
#DeniseLevertov
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10 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2019 11:04pm
3rd Mar 2019 11:04pm
Modes of Being ( after Denise Levertov )
March wipes
its muddy boots.
Spring advances:
basilicas of tulip, forget me nots, blue—
the color of black birds.
The park bench facing east of an empty sun—
tangerine skirt, blouse akimbo
amid purple limbs.
Near the Northern Triangle
a migrant woman is raped
by an indigenous guide
as her child sleeps.
The park yawns
its saffron teeth emerge;
a nocturnal atmosphere awakens—
its stridulatory organs rub in unison ...
its muddy boots.
Spring advances:
basilicas of tulip, forget me nots, blue—
the color of black birds.
The park bench facing east of an empty sun—
tangerine skirt, blouse akimbo
amid purple limbs.
Near the Northern Triangle
a migrant woman is raped
by an indigenous guide
as her child sleeps.
The park yawns
its saffron teeth emerge;
a nocturnal atmosphere awakens—
its stridulatory organs rub in unison ...
#war
#suffering
#inequality
#poverty
#DeniseLevertov
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8 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2019 6:06pm
3rd Mar 2019 6:06pm
[ CC ] Alone In The Creek Bed
Having toiled another morning away
with hoe in blistering hands today
weeding rigid rows of prose within
fields planted by other writers
we break in shade of poet trees
Stanzing knee deep in delighted sighs
feeling the warm rush between thighs
giddily drinking from brooked babblings
being our roughly drafted naked selves
splashing and laughing it up
alone in the creek bed
---this wonderful oasis
written just for...
with hoe in blistering hands today
weeding rigid rows of prose within
fields planted by other writers
we break in shade of poet trees
Stanzing knee deep in delighted sighs
feeling the warm rush between thighs
giddily drinking from brooked babblings
being our roughly drafted naked selves
splashing and laughing it up
alone in the creek bed
---this wonderful oasis
written just for...
#love
#honesty
#WritingPoetry
#sensual
#DeniseLevertov
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