Today, it's a delight to share two narrative poems by LA-based filmmaker and writer, Sam Hendrian. Sam's mission and values in writing are reflective of just the work I aim to shine a spotlight on -- as he describes it, he's "striving to foster empathy through art." Isn't that beautiful? Be sure to check out his Bio below to learn more. Thank you, Sam, for sharing your poetry with SHINE! The Art of Science Said hello as little as possible Because whenever I did It became nearly impossible To say goodbye. Only embraced on special occasions Becase each time we locked shoulders I almost dropped the key Into the midnight river. She felt the same but the opposite, Played the game before pausing it So she could whisper “Slow down,” “I can’t be the cure for your perpetual frown.” A scientific realist is seldom a good match For an artful romantic; One will always see what’s there, The other what they want to be there. But if both admit to being wrong Or at least partially right, The chemistry lab may merge With a pending poem. Said hello once more than I did before, Heard goodbye later than usual, Then locked shoulders on the hunch Keys would soon be irrelevant. After the Final Chord Watched the clock turn to midnight While putting the 16th candle on the cake, Then glanced over at the funhouse mirror And saw a flicker of what she wanted to see. Was accustomed to her outfits being praised Plus the backhanded compliment of “You look good” But only ever heard the words she craved From long-dead radio superstars. They told her she was beautiful, That they needed her so badly In between extended guitar breaks To prove they were at a loss for verbal expression. Of course, after the final chord She was back in an empty kitchen Reading a stack of birthday cards From Grandma and Grandma’s closest church friends, Which was why candles were invented, Safe spaces for wandering wishes Desperate to find a home Where being nice meant more than being nice enough.
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SHINE - International Poetry Series
Curated by Samantha Terrell
From the international poetry community, we have a "luxury of stars," as Sylvia Plath might say, and it is my honor to provide a home for their words through SHINE Poetry Series.
Stars Over the Dordogne
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