LOVE MONDAYS AND KEEP CALM
UNINTERRUPTED THE FOG OF THE HORIZON in the great fort of the middle of a well and “… I could have your hand!” spread and handshake agreement between us as an engagement secret sparkles with such a whiter fall in the meadow of the woman that was made by a great support of sun and by divine on the legs descending a not ordinary love caress that you take me holding this tear and the honored royal horse on the cliffs of the hill and the lake with the beloved swan bent on its glory whiter and from the cemetery of my Greek-American godfather Jimmy, I want to say “… yes!”.
WEEPING FROM DEEP LAMENT as our lives met decision to move to my birthday and call heavens of the same date of death mother and became a guide to return slowly with only oddity the jewel white pearl necklace embrace each time one approaching paradise the opening of the window and reaches to be what it could with the last ticket London-Athens thanks to the flower of fragile girl of the highest blue blood around a physiognomy care with a flawless whiter set of center mind on her and confidence that should infallible move the archer Mercury directly in consistency with perhaps the bravest heart.
GAIT GLIMMERS and stands on the wall of the country house with the capsule for a long meridian time as for the ultimate view that ends from the top to a parallel zone by a pair of pigeons and to be pulled aside by pain the echo of the wavy sea crowded by the depth of the ecstasy on the hill and the slope downhill as the punishment wander with wrinkles on the front because I love nothing but this conspiratorial omnivorous silence huge like a pediment and under the armpit an issue embodies your embrace in a gospel of flood chaos story where carries around the victory at the end of terror in bodies crowd with candle flame for rest and for health as humbly walking walks.
HYMN IN OUR GARDEN IT seems as intuition a devout unflinching anger to take on with horror the chaos that prevails in the divine ceremony brilliantly so that there will not be unwavering lust long approaching the people who attended a gigantic work of art mute like a canvas deferential to touch me on the back and the tear to roll kneeling in such beauty emotional mother during childhood the platform the track court to analyze the training in drills and to lurk the endurance of flexible puberty to liven up and down the circulation of blood cells with all the muscles tightened to the vertical-hour tendons.
TO SPEAK WITH TORN STRINGS as heretics in the mouth and in the stretched of the soul cracks from the neck to the meanings gleaned with lizard hands and paralyzed spectacularly familiar vowels in the half-darkness of the homeland a lonely road with a tree planted by the father poet cursed disciple of did smoking and to begin his silent battle turning back for the love of the child with my mother without bleeding the cloudy mercury the sharp turn in the eyes around so that a terrifying monster sweetens your life once again like when swearing the wound treatment trying with the ceramic exquisite Greek brushes to sharpen the meaning that dripping blossom throughout her training on the withers with the wind of grandma for what the wise and innocent people know in the deep old age.
MERCY AND MOTION SENSUAL with the hands to belong the perfect shudder slightly to the family with a straight look like a marble reptile to crawl gently to the wall to cover the skin of the Hellespont and with a heated agony to protect from the moans the 180-degree view of the aged voice still the Charioteer to imagine and water the bronze ground of sensual at the entrance of the family with the vocal chords as mute function and climbing all the way to the edge of the Acropolis and thus to prevent the end to begin humbly among our enthusiasm.
ONE OF THEM TURNS THE BODY like there is no resistance but healthy reflexes with the logic of the sprouting in the carefree scratch of crimson to call the weather the result of raising human to divine smell to heal the ancient blood and so to stand so calmly tonight and emotion in the residence where it harvests the closed eyelid in rem sleep without end only a sense of mightiness obedience until rattling wrapped in rhythm the drums with passageway traction birds.
MANEUVER IN THE GREATNESS OF HISTORY and the ceremony appeared taking away the always mortal transparent lying minerals in the house with the fins resembling in the sun treasure all clean and beloved while the queen of strength accepted him as a mathematical axiom in reason to see after the bottle with the letter the bottom of the Atlantic sea and washed away from all the destined mane of the lion in time where they imported critical to the little God of love I said, crawling with agony not to aim the wrong end at hearing.
[8 POEMS]
ASIMINA ANT. CHASANDRA
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EPISTLE OF 8 POEMS WORKSHOP [UNITED STATES OF AMERICA]
Dear Asimina,
Thank you for entering the 2026 River Heron Poetry Prize contest. Although your poetry was not selected, we want you to know how much we appreciate being able to consider your work. We carefully read and reviewed over a thousand poems for this year’s award.
We appreciate your willingness to submit your work and put yourself out there in the very competitive poetry space. We are honored you chose to do so with River Heron.
The contest winner and four finalists will be posted on social media and the River Heron Poetry Prize contest page at www.riverheronreview.com on July 28.
Our August 1 contest issue will included the winning poem as well as the poems selected as finalists.
Thank you again for your entry, and please keep us in mind for the upcoming River Heron Editors’ Prize opening September 1 and for next year’s Poetry Prize.
Sincerely,
Dawn Terpstra, Editor
VA Smith, Poetry Editor
River Heron Review
Submission ID: 54236052