Wednesday 17 April 2024

One Poem by John Yamrus

 



he tended to

 

forget

that (more than anything)

 

life

is a condition,

 

and

things like

hunger, cold and death

 

are only

elements of that condition.

 

so,

when she came to him,

giving off a music that had no sound,

 

he was

confused, scared

and more than a little bit sad.

 

he

looked at her and said:

 

this is

all just a mistake...

 

a sentimental idea

that does none of us any good.

 

she

was naked...

 

he

was sad...

 

and

the morning light

coming thru the window

 

had nothing more to add.






John Yamrus - In a career spanning more than 50 years as a working writer, John Yamrus has published 39 books. He has also had more than 3,500 poems published in magazines and anthologies around the world. A number of his books and poems are taught in college and university courses. He is widely considered to be a master of minimalism and the neo-noir in modern poetry.  His two most recent books are the memoir THE STREET and a volume of poetry called PEOPLE (AND OTHER BAD IDEAS). In addition, 3 of his books have been published in translation.


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