Sunday 5 November 2017

3 Poems by B. Z. Niditch


Not allowing any space
of our love impulses
to divide my time
outside Paris
with poems on Picasso
for our surrealism
will be made in the snow
from our ice sculptures
we share in common
with a painted picture
of birds flying over
our sound proof studio
when this still life is reality
transforming what will grow
into fulcrums of romance
not embarrassed
from a metamorphosis
in words of creation.


Language invades
our loving sensibility
parting in an art
of innocent glances
at our age
from our memory
in framed nuances
to engage our life
from an emancipated time
or to take our one chance
in a balancing act
from passages
of rare wonders of emotions
as nature's words sound
in underground reveries.


Receiving an invitation
to view ''Interior with
a Dress Pattern''
painted by Fairfield Porter
in a gallery
of upper Manhattan
feeling flattered
in this penthouse loft
why was life downhill
until I met you here
among the jet set
forgetting the winter blues
that what matters is love
from my praise
in memory of that day
when a voice raised me
to compose in reverie.


B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, and fiction writer.

His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including: Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; Hawaii Review; Le Guepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Hungary); Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others. His newest poetry collection, "Everything, Everywhere," will be available from Penhead Press in September.

He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.

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