- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Light of Distant Cities
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When his fingers touched her breasts,
her ego left for Omaha—
by the night train, the one with all the stops.
The body that remained was like that statue in the park,
the one the lightning struck, scarred
a little from the bolt and always strangely warm.
- COMMENTS
wildsweetonealmost 18 years agoI don't see a single spare word in this poem that needs removing. You say so much with so very few words and I admire your skill. Thank you for sharing your poetry.
wso
Reltnealmost 18 years agoWell done, but I think it should be listed as erotic; at least it is for me.
Anonymousalmost 18 years agoexcellent, so much packed into these lines, little details like "the one with all the stops" that make all the difference.
bravo, Tzara!
~as
clutching_calliopealmost 18 years agoI remember reading this on the boards and the first two times I read it, I read the second line as "his ego", but "her ego" makes things a whole lot more interesting.
Whenever you use lightning in your poems, things really seem to come alive for you, T!
Anonymousalmost 18 years agowith your usual flair for imagination. The imagery in both stanzas is great, esp in the first stanza with that line 'her ego left for Omaha'
that is a picture
Great stuff, as always
