| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| STROKES To honor you I have written a dozen poems a thousand words long and I have attempted to etch your essence on canvas and cloth and blackboard so often, so ineffectually. And countless times I have thought of you fantasized of you and stroke after stroke after glorious solitary stroke of rhythmic respect has been dedicated to your eyes your ears your erotic navel. In all these forms in all these media with all these utensils: pen and paint and pointless other protuberances I have thought of you remembered you presented you all to no avail all failing to do you justice. And I would trade them all each effort would pale before one simple stroke of your hair your cheek your torso... My lifetime of strokes is nothing except maybe that dirty limerick which, really, was quite good. |