Friday, May 17, 2019

Two Poems by Sam Silva


Fat gut...pig head!
Fifty years that sink like lead
falling skin over a belt
which fortifies what hollow slacks.

Wrinkled sin
and facial facts
exude the pure fatigue within
like a huge unseemly welt
pressing on such necks and backs
for sixty years and on and on.

Oh what fools we children are!
We, the living! We, the dead!
Seeding fusion like a star
till we collapse internally
upon such grieving paths we lead
for seven decades of a song

and curling in dry wisdom, then
four score four seasons
like a pen
that never wrote
its inner poem

but dallied a brief time here
just long enough to leave
a note
to our beloved
and so journeyed home!


Nervous old cat
fringed with terror

in a yard near a shack
bordered by mean dogs
that glisten out back.

Love lets go!
Termites eat the logs
...Summer becomes fall
till leaves turn to snow.

What I see is "that!"
in the broken mirror...

Sam Silva has published at least 150 poems in print magazines, including Sow's Ear, The ECU Rebel, Pembroke magazine, Samisdat, St. Andrew's Review, Charlotte Poetry Review, Main Street Rag, and many more. Has published at least 300 poems in online journals including Jack Magazine, Comrades, Megaera, Poetry Super Highway, physik garden, Ken again, -30-, Fairfield Review, Foliate oak, and dozens of others. Three legitimate small presses have published chapbooks of his, three of those presses have nominated work of his for Pushcart a total of 7 times. He now has many books and chapbooks available at most major online bookstores and his spoken word poetry is available at the major digital markets such as Apple iTunes.

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