“WHEN THE HEART BLEEDS”

 

 

 

 

WHEN THE HEART BLEEDS

 

What good do they do
these colors
these circles
like the sun
an eclipse that’s it!
eclipsing all that is right and good
leaving just the ghost of a black hole
don’t look straight at it!
the truth will scorch
your eyes
delight
in the papers
stained and puckered
lovingly
what to do with the eye’s delight
when the heart bleeds.

 

 

– Diane Sophrin
  Vermont (7.16.20)

 

 

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“WHERE – VIII”

 

 

 

 


WHERE – VIII

 

Where
humping gusts
rising falling set
you down
far from home

where
heart wishing
itself hanging
caught on bare branches
like a shred of plastic

where
grounded here by
shallow roots or
bound to foreign
totems

where
was I one
foot raised in flight one
hand on the door one
split second too late

when
barreling
winds exhaling took
breath without
warning and freedom

Careening world
offer breathtaking views
of Chaos
hunting treasures
of a different kind.

 

 

– Diane Sophrin
  Vermont. 5.26.20

 

 

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BITTER – VII

 

Brecht says
they had it worse
back then and there though
we’ve got our own
raging contagion our own
seething mad brute
at the top at the bottom
gleefully squeezing
spreading the worst
humanity can excrete
like rancid manna.

They only had
bitter evil
back there and then so
you see it
could get worse
again again though not
disease
that too but
let’s speak now of
just
bitter evil.

 

– Diane Sophrn
  Vermont (6.16.20)

 

 

“FACING FRONTALLY”

 

 

 

 

FACING FRONTALLY

 

Be aware!
face the whole thing frontally
connect to those intimate
with catastrophe
reach across generations centuries
cry out to those yes
brothers and sisters
teach us how it is done
we who are so soft
must learn fast.

 

Friends neighbors relatives afar
look for reflections of
glimmers of
echoes of
memories of
illusions of
normal happiness
denial rages enrages and
we who are so soft
must learn fast!

 

– Diane Sophrin
  Vermont, 4.21.20

 

 

 

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“PLAGUES OF RETRIBUTION”

 

 

 

 

PLAGUES OF RETRIBUTION
(eight questions)

 

Where’s the bloody mark
password for salvation
who chosen for what
who the pharohs now?

Who mixing concrete and sweat
build the towers of hubris
who reaping booty proclaim
ours not yours! me not us!

Who wandering days and nights
seek refuge cruel oppression
who seeing themselves cry
where’s the manna now?

 

– Diane Sophrin
  Vermont, 4.11.20

 

 

 

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“TO KEN”

 

 

 

 

TO KEN

 

I awake no rush
clothes face teeth hair
downstairs start the fire
then crackers a smear of tahini
slivered tofu with dead herbs
apple slices music.

Over black coffee check
the latest numbers figure out
new mortality rates
mind gasping
each time it tries to touch
this ungraspable cataclysm.

Bring in logs
not enough left to last
this damned spring cold
sweep the wood chips
survey the problems
the mind spasms the heart rends.

Evening now and the mood sinks
daytime it heaved and plunged
I wrote and posted five short poems
slowly resuming work
the Black Spots
acquiring new significance.

A month ago we had glorious hope
take on the bastards change the world
then an eyeblink
an airless free-fall
time compression
house arrest.

Now we wash hands
wash again again again
out Black Spot
of judgement
while having a good chat
with god.

 

– Diane Sophrin
  Vermont, 3.18.20

 

 

 

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“Descent – II”

 

 

 

 

DESCENT – II

 

Thrust out of bed
I descend
lost trembling
at the cold white table again
bundled in thick green sweater
gold scarf and black beret
scalding tea
slides down my grateful gullet.

Staying put it seems
again the door clangs shut
this black guillotine
cutting off air
severing words
and laughter
in a different tongue.

 

– Diane Sophrin
  Vermont, 3.11.20

 

 

 

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