Joanne Rocky Delaplaine’s poem
“Sentenced” was selected by David McAleavey as winner of the 2014 Poetry Contest organized by Bethesda Urban Partnership and Bethesda Magazine. Ms. Delaplaine is a member of The Writer's
Center, and she has taken many workshops over the years. We're glad to
post her winning poem. - The Editors
Sentenced
By Joanne Rocky Delaplaine
home, but house on fire, Knight of Wands,
and
when we burned too brightly, I’d say
ice on limestone,
Nine of Swords...
we
were a small country once, Belgium,
fine
chocolate, a train station in every town,
pierogis
and borscht, with the Caspian Sea to cross,
you’re
Moscow and I am banished to Minsk,
you’re
the crime I’m doing penance for,
you’re
my sentence without end.
Do I feel more at home in solitude or with another/others? What proximity or distance does any relationship need to endure? A comment about "home" by Diane Keaton in an A.A.R.P interview prompted this poem. I find the images in the Tarot deck intriguing, dense, the way a dream is...
full
of possibility.
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