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Poetry: The Incredible Disappearance Of The Battered Child

There in palpitating shadows

He pries open the trap door

To the other side of the universe

And disappears through the door

In a flood of stars.

Stephen A. Rozwenc, an American expat poet, based in Thailand, shares his poem

Stephen A. Rozwenc- Sindh CourierStephen A. Rozwenc is an American expat poet who resides in Thailand. He has published 6 collections of poetry. Four of his books are currently available on Amazon Books. In the last 12 years alone more than 300 of his poems have appeared in print journals and online venues in the United States, Europe, and Asia. 20 of his haiku poems will shortly appear in a bilingual anthology published in China. This anthology will be distributed in 16 Asian countries. He has also published a collection of translations of famous Russian poets in collaboration with Victor Peppard, a Russian language, literature, and culture professor from the University of South Florida. In addition, there are presentations on his Youtube channel with him reading his poems.

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The Incredible Disappearance Of The Battered Child

Easing to punch drunk drowsiness,

The tiny boy crawls, knee to elbow,

Stair by stair, to his bedroom

That is dark and safe.

 

He raises a punished leg and mounts

The bed white subterranean cliff

Where baby crabs who sass their parents

Are not beaten

By giant bulldozers.

 

As he cuddles himself beneath mothering

Blankets of billowing White Sea

That hug him

The tender undertow

Of pure white sheets

Pulls him back in deep

Deep to the seaweed cities

Of his first life

And its love that will never betray him.

 

Wise as wounded anemone,

His bruised shielding hands burn,

Wildly overdosed with hopes.

Now his first flippers,

They slowly steal down

Between the eerily hushed pillows

Of weird adult conversation

And pray like gods

For the right to speak.

 

Flukes that used to be broken feet

Arch fetal to the regrown sonar bone

Swollen in the center of his forehead.

Shoot flirted turquoise

And yellow angel fish.

Happy as lost memories

His arced body pumps

To the pure unconsciousness

Of everything forbidden as love.

 

There in palpitating shadows

He pries open the trap door

To the other side of the universe

And disappears through the door

In a flood of stars.

___________

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