Sample Poems by J.R. Solonche
Alone
How
does a man get used
to living without a woman?
Once, it was beyond my
wildest
dreams to wonder. Once, it
was absurd, impossible to even
contemplate, But
here I am,
another day without a woman,
another day alone with myself,
another day
to get quietly behind
me, efficiently done with, another
day without saying goodnight
to anyone but the cat, another day
without washing a second dish,
another day
without wiping longer,
finer hairs from the shower stall,
another day, another day, another
day
without pouring a second cabernet.
I Have Just Learned The Fascinating
Fact
I have just learned
the fascinating fact
that for the first fourteen
weeks in the womb,
all of us are females,
which certainly explains
a great deal
about human
behavior, but it seems
to me the world would be
a much better place if
we
were all females longer.
To M.L.T.
I cannot write like
you.
But even if I could,
I wouldn’t want to.
I’m six feet tall.
I need a larger
prison
cell to pace in. I need
a bigger bed to dream in.
The Day
Belonged To The Leaves
The day belonged to the leaves,
the leaves still on the trees,
shimmering
and shivering, shivering and shaking
in their last gasp grasp of green,
and
the leaves on the ground,
running on their toes as though on hot coals,
finding any way
away.