Poetry by Jonathan Memmert

     Mike Fritcher CC




Aubade to a friend in winter


Sigh sound of a window crack.
Leave it in our morning ray eye.
Sun freeze cold numbs outside pain,
radiator rise heat sears inside pane, 
love-worn, pressure points splinter-shatter 
our stress torqued see-through arrival.

After all this time
no need to speak volumes.
Witness again another winter dawns crash. 
Just lie in nest next to me,
blanket squeeze each other 
in shiver flesh turned aubade.

I learn my wayward friend recently died.
No music sings, no words splay.
Snow of my ignorance icicle-drips 
whistle wind wonderings, 
buries their name in grave dirt 
where dawn no longer seeks. 

Aimless once-was stare. I let it go. 
Roves dawn to next dawn.
Aims to take flight again. 
I always wanted—  wanted your clipped wings poem 
to be seasonal infinities of a bird's migration:
alift, aloft, sky soaring.





Relocations
 
I move into a new house 
parts of my world dwell old

belongings cast off 
belongings left belong

this humans’ being lives
in uninhabitable underbrush

given a landscape
left it a junkyard

things trashed where 
a garden, an orchard, a forest
 
were within walks distance 
to a mansion of sunlight.

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Jonathan Memmert is a writer and poet who resides in Manhattan and has an MFA in creative writing from The City College of New York. 

Jonathan is the associate editor for the online poetry journal for emerging poets, The Marbled Sigh.

Jonathan still seeks and finds many encounters with wonder in the midst of adversity in this world. 
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