IT WAS SO COLD I HAD TO BURN MY POETRY TO SURVIVE
I had no other fuel—
snow fell in sheets.
I lit my Title Page,
incinerating my theme.
Twigs wouldn’t take;
I ignited Acknowledgements,
searing assurance.
Copyright, Table of Contents—
identity and structure—
up in smoke.
To fan the blaze
I fed my notes, diffusing history.
I was cold. Desperately,
I torched my poems, one by one,
oxidizing substance.
When I had fried my last poem
night fell, I was freezing.
Frantically, I wrote,
on leaves, on bark, on my clothes.
Long poems, short poems,
metaphysical couplets—quickly consumed—
sonnets that burned hot and slow.
I was naked. Day broke.
Cliff Bernier's chapbook Earth Suite is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. A second chapbook, Dark Berries, is forthcoming from Pudding
House Publications.
He has appeared in Potomac Review, Baltimore Review, the online journals Notjustair and Innisfree, and elsewhere, and is featured on a CD of poetry duets, Poetry in Black and White, as well as on two Jazzpoetry CDs, Live at IOTA Club and Cafe and Live at Bistro Europa. In addition, Mr. Bernier has been featured in readings and jazz poetry performances in San Francisco, Seattle, Buffalo, Philadelphia, Baltimore, and around the Washington, DC area, including the Library of Congress, the Arts Club of Washington, The George Washington University (where he is a member of the Washington Writer's Collection), and The Writer's Center. He has been a reader for the Washington Prize and a judge for the National Endowment for the Arts' Poetry Out Loud recitation contest. Founder and former host of the POESIS reading series, Mr. Bernier has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Best of the Net Award.
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