Six Poems by Ira Rosenstein

 

Take Them

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 His latest book (unpublished) is The Winter Hunt, 104 poems/poem hybrids in 327 pages, ranging from Meres to very long story  poems/hybrids.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.