Beginning now and continuing for all of 2012 I will be featuring everyday poets. Upon a random sampling of the top poetry magazines, it would seem as though the country only has and appreciates ten or so of its poets. The Everyday Poets series is my attempt to go beyond the magazine covers and awards that alternate between a select few to discover and highlight the various voices, levels, stories and styles in the genre's trenches. My call for submissions began at Reddit.com/r/Poetry/ and will continue there so long as I am receiving work. Rarely will I point your direction to some parts in the poem that I think work well. Instead, I hope the primary dissection and absorbtion of the poem will be by you, Dear Reader. I encourage everyone - poets and nonpoets - to post a comment regarding what you see as this poem's strengths. Our poets are looking for feedback.
©John David Ryan, Untitled
Alone in the stillness of the waking morning,
with your smell lingering on the sheets that
you have not inhabited in weeks,
I wait.I wait for your embrace,
and for our secret whispers in the early morning
but as I look into your tenebrous eyes,
I know that you will never again be mine.Lie to me.
Let me feel the heart beating beneath your skin,
and your fingers running through my hair,
our breathing, the ebb and flow of the ocean waves.Oh Judas, come and kiss me on these naive lips
even as you send me to my death-
I implore you to stay with me.Lead me on with the sweet songs of your silver serpent tongue,
telling me that this night will last,
that it is realthe caress of your cheek
the stillness.
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