This is the first in a series of posts featuring poems that I wrote in college that I recently found while going through boxes in my room in my parents' house in New Jersey.
I'm not posting them indiscriminately; these are only the ones I felt were in some way worth resurrecting. They're not reproduced in their authentic entirety. I'm tweaking them as I retype them for posting; but the essence is still the same.
If you'd like, feel free to read more...
A New Jersey Transit
by Esther D. Kustanowitz
September 1993
Caught between
reality's imminence and
memory's prominence
I swing suspended
cradle-rocking in the
hammock of my present.
My night-walk, weary of forward,
wishes to regress-retreat
in a moonwalk down memory lane.
Poised on tiptoes
hovering over feared thresholds
my heart staccato-beats
as the internal metronome of experience.
I cliche-dream of heat and heartstrings
of perfect faith nursed by shared traditions.
Dreams of romance are unquelled by the curses
of the early hours, untarnished by diversity.
Alert, I see smudges.
Light and dark, clarifying nothing.
LOVE what you've done with the place! Whatever shall I get you for a blogwarming gift???
Posted by: Denise | March 01, 2005 at 07:56 AM