MeterMaid's Cyber Salon

Love Poem

The wrung neck of a swan, your beauty
Ashes scattered in the wind, your silence
A riptide in the waves, your sadness
A swarm of bees descending, your rage
Unmarked graves, your mystery
Footprints on the moon, your memory
The stare of a euthanized puppy, your eyes
Tentacles thrashing in the deep, your lust
A wound that doesn't heal, your sex
A tombstone on my chest, your love
Black and blue, my love for you

The Orchestra

Amid pastries and coffee
and people who were not friends
but whom I loved anyway
music seized me for the first time
Some violins, a harp-
They opened a single moment
and filled it with rain
with a man walking against the wind
I could see with my ears
feel notes floating in my blood
like an army of swans
midnight snowfall
and I knew that music was poetry
was painting was dance

Horn Tooting

My name is Joy Wolenski. My work has been featured in Bayou Review and Mississippi Review. I was twice the winner of The Danny Lee Lawrence Poetry Prize.

I currently work in research but produce poetry, novels and short stories in my reflective time. I like biking, good conversation and thinking in metaphor.

I am 33 and single, but have a good-looking guy in my life...my Chihuahua, Boo!

Fan letters and your poetry can be sent to

Metermaid1970@aol.com

Peace, everyone.

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