Friday, February 3, 2023

Emmalea Russo : Four poems

 

 

 

Soul with Rectangle of Light

My soul is a contract
unbacked by images. A merger
or a fold, part flat beaux-arts roof, part
                              
second floor gothic home be
                              
low a glow(er)ing cloud
                              
pregnant sleeveless heaving.
Trashed erstwhile white rectangle
of light from which film grew. E
ternal storm frowning into
paradise’s E E E
mergency Room.

 

 

Seascape

Courbet’s wave to the left
of a real wave outside mid-crest

winter’s this peeling trompe l’oeil
in the corner, reverse side

of framed painting i stand before
blinking

snow-dumb and psyched
a line that was i or firm

ament’s eccentric’r part spinning
snowlike over hot sidewalk

grate i melt between the declining
wave and the one that stays

 

 

Grow a Simple Soul

made from a substance un
diminished by subtraction.

                     its less neither less nor
delinquent eerie vertical

iridescent white square of sky
moves cold over me                   more

on this horizontal boulevard
in New Jersey. a film strip

modulates energy. in the end,
nothing

                    
but sea deleting
what sea seizes.


 

35 mm

i see you at the edge
of a rinsed beam

of street then never
again ever ever

dot in snow-fuzzed dis
tance trance-
inducing but

THE BEAM OF LIGHT UNMODULATED FOR AN INSTANT
is placeless
                                                               
cuts
my words
as they whirl
breakneck into the white bright beam
towards you

 




Emmalea Russo's most recent book of poetry is Confetti (Hyperidean, 2022).  Her next, Magenta, is forthcoming later this year.

 

 

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