Music-hungry Universe,
Here are my bones to rattle forever.
Swan
A swan—with frost on its feathers.
It’s far from home.
Or comfortable and warm in the poem.
Disobeying The Dream
“Your hug is wasted.
I’m only a dream.”
Still, I hug my father.
Leaving Earth
Leaving the planet
He thought
So many amazing apes
Too bad
to the old body betraying him
I asked you to do so much
wake
run
to lift great weights
sporadically love
so still must I praise you
blizzard
decode her?
she is a code under the sea
a snowflake that never melts
or a blizzard
Ira Rosenstein is a poet in New York City and has also been a playwright, novelist, musical book writer, blog writer, and radio producer (with even a little bit of anchoring and talking on-air). These six poems are part of a very large group of short works called Mere Poems. His latest book (unpublished) is The Winter Hunt, 104 poems/poem hybrids in 327 pages, ranging from Meres to very long story poems/hybrids.
Mr. Rosenstein welcomes communication at irar@iopener.net. More of his writing, poetry and prose, can be read at irawrites.com.
Words to reread, reeling in depth, presented in simplicity, arriving for the heart of us.
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