Poetry By Robert Frede Kenter

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Approximating the Mathematics of Loss  (Physics of the physically urgent).

Dwelling on the obsession 
 The light in your eyes
                                                  A Vernacular

Two lost   ravens     in a night wheel

A language
    
                 That transcends    

                                                                  The broken love
The vessel     cupping light,   erasing time, in the black 
smudge we make across the wooden floors 

                                                 The search
Beside you
Honouring a tenderness
 That hooks us into the infinite 
Squall. 

Speculative,    that this 
     Is  Love.
                                      
                                                  Shared oblivion  
                                                Masochistic rapture  

Gestural soul   --     a notion
                         Of salvation.

There is no God
But, there is this. 

Wings   flapping               the panic 
                                                  The moan     of ecstatic  union

Us in snow /   us in moonlit skin. 



2.

Lost 
In the cold tidy world
Lost in eyes
Lost in skin
Lost in the open 
Eviscerated soul.




​Robert Frede Kenter is a widely published writer, editor & visual artist, Pushcart nominee, a grant recipient (Ontario & Toronto Arts Councils) and EIC/Publisher of Ice Floe Press www.icefloepress.net. Books/anthologies incl. The Book of Penteract (Penteract Press, 2022); EDEN, a Hybrid (2021), avail: www.rareswanpress.com (2021), & Before I Turn into Gold, FeversOftheMind (2021). Recent journals incl: CutbowQ, Streetcake Magazine, Feral, WatchYrHead, Anthropocene, Scissors & Spackle, Cough, BurningHouse, Anti-heroin chic. Robert has lived/worked in Toronto, NYC, San Francisco, London, UK., etc. Living with ME/Fibro, Robert is sometimes sidelined, but never out of the game. Twitter: @frede_kenter, @icefloeP.