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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.