FL | Eros Unscrambled

Eros Unscrambled 

Invitations to the past  —
and to the 1002nd night.

Blank country politics —
exquisite poetics – smile!

Men, women, and ghosts —
two august queens for a day.

Kinky how the sky fell down —
inside novel little girl soldiers.

God by herself in western art —
Sarx, Our Lady of All-Who-Sing.

She becomes lifetime musings —
a girl poet’s blow-out, ka-ching!

Off-season at the world’s edge —
family deserts, atomic daughters.

Cartography illustrates minions —
normal streets, moveable islands.

Filled with hard iron grace notes —
anyone can make heaven on earth.

. . . . .

Poet: Susan Powers Bourne
Source: Women.Poets.Florida
Work titles by Brown, Duhamel,
Greger, and Henry
Process: Pick and mix cento

25 | New Neighbors

You are so helpful when

you carry my groceries up the stairs.


You are so helpful when

you wait till I can open my front door.


You are so helpful when

you lend me binoculars so I can see


the ducks swimming

      again in the pond

before they fly off

     who knows where.

. . . . .

Susan Powers Bourne

24 | Some Females’ Silences

Ananda’s unbearableness

culminates in her silence.


Fasika’s mystic beauty listens

to the silences of silence.


Aparna sees how Silence speaks,

yet it never works for her.


Elizabeth feels winds of violence,

blown away by winds of silence.


Sweet Melissa’s silence is golden;

but, we ask: against what price?


Marilyn describes manifest Silences:

new days dawning, mothers in prayer.


Kay says in silence you can hear them

cry and whisper, then become speech.


Sylvia observes she breaks the silence

as she finishes sentences, then adds:


in silence all my thoughts are mingled;

in silence, I create an air of suspense.


Amy opens to silence, while Daffodil

simply sits, not having anything to say.


Donna echoes Silences full of rage —

feelings held in, lurking in every room.


Mary wonders if silence can be found

or heard — in a house truly lived in.


Theresa practices peaceful silence; still,

Mystikka knows in silence you’re all alone.


Ernestine stirs the silence, so profound;

Theodora embraces momentous silence.


Sara tells Eleonora that silence broods on

deserts, sets crowns of silence upon art.


Deepa recalls sometimes silence is so loud

and strange, heard across a thousand miles;


sometimes she wishes for at least one voice

which could kill this cold and bitter silence.


Sandra, too, notices silence is broken, with no

hands skilled enough to mend the difference.


Ina Helen notes the greatest power says more

than any word — without saying a single one.


Scarlett, ever a treat, rises upward into earliest

morning silence, hopes to hear sounds of love.


Marianne’s deepest feeling always shows itself

in silence; and not in silence — but in restraint.


Amanda allows herself to sit in silence, braves

being alone, treats silence as less of an enemy.


Edna finds silence lovelier than three lovely maidens,

as they too long for breath above, not under, ground.


So many women know all the ins and outs of silence;

especially female poets silenced — for far too long.


. . . . .


Susan Powers Bourne

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