EMPTY CRADLE
[Robert Longo-Geremia :
May 15, 1940-May 15, 1940]
I’ve come too far
I can’t go back
the world doesn’t know me
anymore
but I am here
and must see it through
living not for one
but two
one child dies
another fills an empty womb
so here I am
and I have to see it through
One soul into another
you are my other self
you are my brother....
Comments
Well spoken
"the world doesnt know me anymore"
Must and Have....
excelllent Geremia
Thanks, Steven. At 2 .A.M. my
Thanks, Steven. At 2 .A.M. my poetry beomes shortere and more direct, and screw the metaphor.
joe
One child dies
One child dies
another fills an empty womb
Profound Joe ...
Your writing has an edge of late
Love your Jayne xxx
Yes, it has a sharp edge
Yes, it has a sharp edge lately. I see that too.
Good poetry sometimes comes
Good poetry sometimes comes from dark places
We can't help what we write for a poet its like being able to breathe
Love ~
Yes, i have a certain
Yes, i have a certain neapolitan cynisism that is expressed always simply and directly: PROVERB:
<‘A vita è comme ‘a scala do vallenaro: è corta e chiena ‘e merda> (Life is similar to a henhouse’s staircase: short and full of shit0
That does say it all. Neapolitan was the language of my maternal side.The most expressive and "natural" of all the southern Italian tngues.I was also raised with Calabrian--a harsh and difficult dialect with litttle of the neapolitansenseof the absurd. Language defines us,Interesting, my Jaynr, how I become 2 different people when I speak each. And the language of poetry also brings us "away from ourselves."
under the covers of darkness
ensues ecstatic love
no one
neither he nor she ....
has any control over that moment
but the orgasmic burst
sends lightening streaks
that helps a new incision
in some womb
and results in a rendition of some one
who'd be ready any moment
to snatch the empty cradle...
that was perhaps
the gift of blinding
darkness
You continue to astound me.
You continue to astound me.
thanks you
do honour me still
My vision
Was of twins with one dead and one alive
He: 1940
He: 1940
I :1942
My parnts wanted 3 chidrem. Robert would have been that 3rd
sad
hope you all have got over it. I still cry for my mother who went in 1995
To remember is sad; but to
To remember is sad; but to forget is sadder.
thanks,
joe
now it does give
the effect of twins
since gone down memory lane
mom's love remains the same
for those who came
or didn't
a ticket to paradise
what else
when ??
no vacancy yet
the next next... train
all reservations made...
alas still in vain...
even God doesn't know
who remains.. ..