WINTER BLUES
Snow wraps
around our faces
crawling on fields
in nightswell mounds
by a country-side poet
carrying a pawned sax
refusing to sleep
on the earth-wise bench
by the ice fishermen
visiting the waterfront
in his cold fatigues
with insomniac silence
and hunger pains
- BZ Niditch 2012
A SLICE OF WINTER
Sleep unavailable
only a re-run
of "Breathless"
and a few sparrows
on the night sky,
outside city winds
swirl by the pond,
a time deserted
like matches trembling
in our hands
with a cautious spark
of new year wishes
frozen by frescoes
on a slippery iced park,
imagining Belmondo
in his self-quoted
sensibility
framed about love
now only photographic
of unnamed memory.
Sleep unavailable
only a re-run
of "Breathless"
and a few sparrows
on the night sky,
outside city winds
swirl by the pond,
a time deserted
like matches trembling
in our hands
with a cautious spark
of new year wishes
frozen by frescoes
on a slippery iced park,
imagining Belmondo
in his self-quoted
sensibility
framed about love
now only photographic
of unnamed memory.
- BZ Niditch 2012
BZ Niditch's poetry appears in Columbia, London Grip, Atlanta Review, Pacific Review.
BZ Niditch's poetry appears in Columbia, London Grip, Atlanta Review, Pacific Review.
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