Monday, April 21, 2014

A Poem by Sy Roth

It Comes Like That

Like fat crystalline flakes
It skitters across the darkling sky
like staccato flatulence
it melts the red dawn that comes to greet it

it is a petrified sun
broadcasting wolfish yelps
it crackles in the harbors of men
where odoriferous igloo men reside

it bends its head to peek at itself
burying angst in the budding branches of long-dead lilacs
floats like corn flakes
in a bowl of almond milk

they genuflect and wait
peep out at the ones who take out the garbage
scoff at the tepidity of the crocuses snuffed out
interred beneath to await resurrection

in the melting deluge of feather-down snow falls
daffodil satyrs prepare to stand erect,
born in yellow lakes of a drowning world
it comes like that.

Sy Roth comes riding in and then canters out. Oftentimes, head is bowed by reality; other times, he proud to have said something noteworthy. cRetired after forty-two years as teacher/school administrator, he now resides in Mount Sinai, far from Moses and the tablets. This has led him to find words for solace.   He spends his time writing and playing his guitar. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitsch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller’s Pond Poetry, The Artistic Muse, Word Riot, Samizdat Literary Journal, Right Hand Pointing, The Screech Owl, Epiphany, Red Poppy Review, Big River, Poehemians, Nostrovia Poetry’s Milk and Honey, Siren, Palimpsest,  Dead Snakes, Euphemism, Humanimalz Literary Journal, Ascent Aspirations, Fowl Feathered Review, Vayavya, Wilderness House Journal, Aberration Labyrinth, Mindless(Muse), Em Dash and Kerouac’s Dog. 

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