Rita Banerjee — The Monarch Review
Two Poems – Rita Banerjee
Tuesday, September 8, 2015 9:53 — 0 Comments
Please Listen and Do Not Return (after Nick Carraway and Tom Joad) East She, portrait in miniature, she I said I had found in my youth a her, a when men built dreams with hands still, I saved a lock of hers, kept her like the harbor lights, ship sounds at night, I knew light, green-back and otherwise could bring me closer— to that mind daffodil colored— I wondered again the meaning of East, the mean, what emotions went with living, with home things travel through valleys of ash, I walk in gray and dead houses, her eyes porcelain undirected […]
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
