Sunday
15Oct2006
...madness, when it's convinient.
Sunday, October 15, 2006 at 07:47PM …could it be madness this?
Oh, how you wish!
Yes, you think. I know already you.
I’ve turned it over, again and again.
Autumn is a time of great change, and for me, i remember Autumn in particular as a time of flux, change, and a passage, hence the image. We pass through so many passages in life, paths and routes that lead to different routes and byways - maybe we take the long-way or the byway or the detour. I always take the longway, never bothered by the detour. Maybe you too... But i always try to get where i am going, and so far, I arrive, for the most part, intact, even if, at times, my heart, yes, a little broken... but this too, in time, repairs. Or perhaps we leave it in pieces in the ground and just look at the shattered pieces as Dickenson, i believe said, for a broken heart can never truly be repaired. Maybe we have more than one heart then. More than one chance at love in life, more than one road to travel. This is my experience...There is never just one way to get from Here to There. Sometimes, the best way is the least obvious and is not even marked on the map.
sadi ranson-polizzotti, autumn, 2006
Sunday, October 15, 2006 at 07:47PM Monday
08Nov2004
all of yesterday's kisses
Monday, November 8, 2004 at 12:34PM I remember, the first in the garden Where I bled, a rose stigmata Purified and holy, a virgin?s first Blush, I burned hot with the love of you.
Friday
26Nov2004
apparition
Friday, November 26, 2004 at 01:57PM I keep thinking i will see you. See your form as it lifts ghostly from the fog, some apparition you rise lightr and all american smiles and come to me as if in a dream because i have what you want....
Friday
29Oct2004
autumn's end
Friday, October 29, 2004 at 05:55PM sadi ranson-polizzotti, autumn's end, poem -- november, france -- Love, the afternoon comes fast. I cannot Face it. The fading light too Quick, my hands stick the paper blank, no words spill from my pen. It is gummed up with sorrow, stuck
Tuesday
24Oct2006
Bach, in e-minor
Tuesday, October 24, 2006 at 09:49AM How to accompany that?
A partita, Bach e-minor,
silver violin-string think.
Do not look for the conductor.
There is no guide but the self –
Monday
23Oct2006
because you leave
Monday, October 23, 2006 at 05:10PM Even though it is Sunday, it is grey.
“It is raining, of course,” I say.
You: “Because you are leaving.”
It rains on awful goodbyes,
Monday
30Oct2006
birthday song
Monday, October 30, 2006 at 05:38PM On the day I was born
The trees gave over silvered leaves
To the gale, turned their five
Fingered silvers to the sky
Grey and cumulus - no reply,
Wednesday
20Oct2004
bitter winter
Wednesday, October 20, 2004 at 01:48PM All that bitter winter she was my jailer. No more than an asiatic poppy, lethal with her opium. she ran me ragged until I could run no more as if all will had left and I gave up. For months I had refused to leave
Tuesday
23Nov2004
circles | the july 24th poem
Tuesday, November 23, 2004 at 06:00PM For days, i have been traveling fast circles. First, without you, the big debate Of wist and want, of right and not. We've been doing this for months And summer is on -- full hot; so much So that it's almost fall but not quite. I walk
Thursday
08Nov2007
circuit breaker
Thursday, November 8, 2007 at 10:00AM See she whose head spits spark and fire.
Behind her iris, blue bolts of lightning – a thousand volts of recognition.
See her seize, such fits!
Hands reaching; they touch nothing.
A girl wired to an E.E.G. machine;
Wednesday
18Oct2006
courage this?
Wednesday, October 18, 2006 at 06:34PM On the page I am brave in this way.
The pen, the paper, easier then… we stand, united, indivisible.
Except of course… you… and you know it.
You then are different. You hide. You seek.
Monday
23Oct2006
distance - tap tap tap
Monday, October 23, 2006 at 05:13PM Funny how quiet we are when alone.
It is the healing, the balm, alone in a crowd.
We stop. We go. We find each other.
Saturday
18Nov2006
divest
Saturday, November 18, 2006 at 03:55PM Are you really Proud to be?
or is it just me who sees that you have nothing that you want to offer –
not that you’d give me anyway.
Friday
19Nov2004
earl grey tea
Friday, November 19, 2004 at 10:45AM I am raw lipped and softened. A magic trick: you take me to your pocket. I am lily- white and purified. Past sins absolved. The old again now new, such surprise, it is you! You come tender,
Monday
14Nov2005
for Evgenia ~ in memorium
Monday, November 14, 2005 at 02:41PM God, that is what i want to say; just God...
Because from the depths of my disbelief i believe
and yet here i am alone, standing only barely without you,
having so carefully dug your grave, i wrapped you in
my favorite and your pink pashmina, the one you covered
with your calico-tortoise fur, the one you took to as a child
takes to a blanket - suckled, nibbled, so loved.
Friday
20Oct2006
for her - a lullaby
Friday, October 20, 2006 at 10:04AM I try to tell you that this too will pass, realizing how trite I sound.
I have been to this place where you are– have passed through –
a ghost, i stepped in thre quagmire, the mud-thick vapor,
hard to shrug off the shroud of sorrow and regret.
Wednesday
15Nov2006
for you baby blue
Wednesday, November 15, 2006 at 05:35PM Are you really Proud to be?
or is it just me who sees that you have nothing that you want to offer –
not that you’d give me anyway.
but hey, ain’t this how we play?
Tuesday
31Oct2006
gamine
Tuesday, October 31, 2006 at 10:53AM Bring the spotlight back to me.
Take away that bright light; the spotlight off of you.
I’m tired of efforts to sort you out.
Impossible anyway – waste of the day.
Thursday
04Nov2004
harvest's end
Thursday, November 4, 2004 at 11:08AM It is winter and the sun arcs Sharply downward, disillusioned And cold, but brilliant. I am dazzled Blind. Today, I see -
Monday
08Nov2004
hunter's meat
Monday, November 8, 2004 at 12:31PM Love, some other pursues Hot at our heel, he wants What you have, the things I pray you see the all of it,