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The Commute

"Poems, Part 2" by Dora Moscatello

Goodbyes

As I leave the house,

I turn to make sure

I’m not standing in the window,

waving goodbye.

That part of me steps back abruptly from the window

as crooked fingers release the gauze curtains.

The cat on the sill takes no notice

of the movement;

An old oak in the yard moves wildly, and

the shadows of leaves jetting past her,

make her retreat from her watching post,

like life retreating from the newly dead.


Journey

My secrets, my griefs.

I carry them in a suitcase

As though a trip will help . . .


Salvo – September 2017

The ocean howls its relentless roar

this morning just after dawn.

Wind too fierce for many brings

one single gull.

Gliding more than flying, he is either

lost or bringing a message like

ravens of old.

Old men with their dogs come out

early on such mornings.

The wind helping them along on their way.

As they retrace their steps on the sand...

Morning of the second day.


For Mother:

When there were cool round stones

in the gray-green garden,

I came there to play,

Dreaming, conjuring, enamored

of the small things there and between.

The dream was that under the great stone

wafers

Lay the bodies, crushed and broken,

of other children

Who had come before me.

You had carefully tucked them away there

for your old age.

They were good, quiet children,

Babes of your youth;

Can you revive them now

with a touch of sweet pity?


Thalassa

Sea grass and pines and low scrub.

Wind parting my hair like some slick comb.

Clouds hanging low to serve as overlords of the sea,

Whitecaps rising higher and higher beckon me to

the eternal watery mother.

Finally time to do everything and nothing . . .

What draws me here again and yet again?

There is no life and death here,

Only being.

Although originally from Appalachia, DORA MOSCATELLO currently enjoys living in Swisshelm Park and has lived in Pittsburgh for decades. She spent her professional career serving in the scientific publishing industry, after earning her Master’s degree in Literary Studies from Carnegie Mellon University. In undergraduate studies, she concentrated on Spanish and Ancient Greek. Her poetic heroes, from whom she has taken inspiration and influence, are Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, Edna St.Vincent Millay, and Robert Browning. Dora has been a life-long poet and artist, expressing the beauty of life as she sees it through her works.

Heather McAdams