"Poems, Part 2" by Dora Moscatello
As I leave the house,
I turn to make sure
I’m not standing in the window,
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.
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.
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
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?
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,
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.