Poets and artists published in Spectrum Online Edition: Open Window are invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, November 19th between 3 and 5 pm PDT.

Friday, November 11, 2022

Jeanne Marie Spicuzza

Open


You are 

a work of art —


so radiant

beautiful 

precious 

and resplendent,


I may never 

close my eyes

again.




Heartbreak


Now I know what heartbreak means —


Chest splits, exit wound opens

Bleeds beneath the sheets

Everything turns red

The pain is excruciating 

The organs cannot breathe 

I have sung this song once

Many times and again.


When will one come

And cure this arching,

Mend the trenched concave

My bones liquid all over.


The mystery of time

Blinds my eyes

And shucks my senses 

I cannot find solace

I wish I could disappear

Instead of this anguish. 


What will become of me?

What will become?


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