Thursday, March 19, 2009

TRIOLET THURSDAY: Three by Kate Bernadette Benedict


Dreamscape Triolets


Empty Confessional

Cellar, attic, I’ve searched everywhere.
Where is the child I conceived in Nonce Garden?
Eras ago, it was; memories harden.
Cellar, attic, I’ve searched everywhere,
the abandoned tavern, the deserted square,
this sterile church where I’ve come for pardon.
Cellar, attic, I’ve searched everywhere.
Where is the child I conceived in Nonce Garden?


Occlusion

Police have blocked with barricades.
We the people cannot break through
the yellow ties of these blockades.
Police have blocked with barricades
the shock victims, the nurses’ aides,
the amputees, the able few.
Police have blocked with barricades.
We the people cannot break through.


U. S. of E.

Without war, without deliberations
the nations unify, the borders thaw.
It’s the free-for-all of the destinations
without war, without deliberations!
Passports burn at massive celebrations,
matches light up effigies of straw.
Without war, without deliberations,
the nations unify, the borders thaw.

Originally published in, respectively, The Barefoot Muse, Poemeleon and thanal online



BIO: Kate Bernadette Benedict is the editor and publisher of Umbrella: A Journal of Poetry and Kindred Prose. Her collection Here from Away was published in November of 2003 by CustomWords. Her poetry has been appearing in literary magazines and anthologies since 1980. Kate has served as a moderator at Eratosphere, the on-line poetry forum. She lives with her husband John Leahy on New York City’s upper west side. Visit her website at Kate Benedict

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