Ponderable polemics, poetic

WordPress site of poet Mark Lucker

poem about romance

  • No fish story (for Amy)

    I am not carping here from poet’s perch; people often find my reel, romantic tale fishy Love is like shooting fish in a barrel – this I have known for long I have been one with the proverbial oaken-casked flounderer I am no fish out of water here nor do I have any other fish Read more

  • “Portrait de Madonna; mère de mes fils, vendredi soir” (Madonna portrait; mother of my sons, Friday night)

    After some ongoing, sad-eyed cajoling you agreed to a Friday night date night not of your choosing or comprehension posing for nervous artist and sketch pad you acquiesced to your best black pumps, resolute: no clenching of rose in teeth – concession gladly made by your love-struck middle-aged, middle-class, modicum talent Renoir with shaky charcoal Read more

  • Dream sequence

    Quiet evening on my couch I fall asleep watching t.v. dozing, I awaken from a dream in which I was watching an old console television from the 60’s the picture was fuzzy, zigzagging, jumping around, unwatchable; in the remote-less era of my fantasy I get up, go to the monolithic set, turn real (silver plastic) Read more

  • So, I call…

    Her night-sultry voice achieves what a closet of negligees cannot Read more