"Sun-spots"

"Sun-spots"

A Poem by Steven

 

And it isn’t that
lakes of bodies swimming
or floating deadly
pond scum crumbling
sinks like bread like lead-like balls like
me like you used to
or anything--
 
It’s just that
I can't see far enough into where the ocean bends
her innocence as a dress
swept aside to have sex with the Sun in
shadows where he licks and caresses
and coughs
 
coldly.
 
 
He is dying, and his eyes shoot sharp mellow colors:
a mythical setting climax.
 
 
The other side of the world is shocked.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

© 2015 Steven



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i forgot how beautiful and haunting your work is... why don't have your published collection on my shelf? Send me a signed copy? Or just let me know when youre signing in NYC and i'll buy a copy....

I cannot see far enough into where the ocean bends
Her innocence as a dress

that image is wonderful. you are the master of playing with diction and sound - i wish i could do that...

ce

Posted 9 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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Still one the greatest poems ever written.....Had to revisit this one Steven.....dana

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Must save/fav. it to my library!!

Many evocatively beauteous things you render to your poetic art. Loved the panoramic scenario of "sun" & "lust"... that you gently as well as so artistically drip deep down in words. Excellent art! Very captivating imagery. I look forward to reading you, in time!



Posted 1 Year Ago


This poem made my brain stretch to full capacity "that's a good thing mind you"
I did however get stuck on the like...like...like:
sinks like bread like lead-like balls like

me like you used to

It just didn't flow like the rest of it...it felt like a tongue twister of sorts and then it makes a sudden transition into sexsperion "Shakespearian" beauty.

It’s just that
I can't see far enough into where the ocean bends
her innocence as a dress
swept aside to have sex with the Sun in
shadows where he licks and caresses
and coughs
coldly.
He is dying, and his eyes shoot sharp mellow colors:
a mythical setting climax.
The other side of the world is shocked.

All that right there...it is perfect.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poem made my brain stretch to full capacity "that's a good think mind you"
I did however get stuck on the like...like...like:
sinks like bread like lead-like balls like

me like you used to

It just didn't flow like the rest of it...it felt like a tongue twister of sorts and then it makes a sudden transition into sexsperion "Shakespearian" beauty.

It’s just that
I can't see far enough into where the ocean bends
her innocence as a dress
swept aside to have sex with the Sun in
shadows where he licks and caresses
and coughs
coldly.
He is dying, and his eyes shoot sharp mellow colors:
a mythical setting climax.
The other side of the world is shocked.

All that right there...it is perfect.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

for me it was a collection beautiful moments, sun spot memories.....recalled in fervour the last couplet loaded.. wonderful writing

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your endings are so spectacular.....A haunting poem exhibiting cryptic colorations.
Good work, dana

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ha, I can tell you are a virgin to Brenda Joyce novels...no doubt thought it was all about you. aw, I love this poem.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i am thinking i may have heard you read this in new york; it is nice to read it again. very lyrical, and as is often the case with me - one thing i like makes me think of others i like, and this is calling to mind the 'red house painters'; it has something of that feel to it ... that lyrical melancholy. i really enjoy your work.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Steven

5 Years Ago

Thanks my man :). We need to get another one of those going. Great times.
Paul Grimsley

5 Years Ago

yeah, i haven't read in a while, out loud to anyone that is ... but i want to get back on that parti.. read more
Steven

5 Years Ago

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Interesting.
I feel like I am looking through a rotting gauzy curtain in an attic out over the trees and streets of a town into a Great Lake in the fall time.

I live a mile from Lake Ontario, so that was what images popped into my head while reading this sort of delicately beautiful poem. There's a wispy quality to this that I really enjoy.



Posted 5 Years Ago


Now this is wonderful. The way you purposely trip your words down the page, the intentional clumsiness is so unique and a joy to read. Rare to find this type of expirimentation, and I like it. Great job. I read it twice.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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