{"id":170,"date":"2013-08-15T01:37:18","date_gmt":"2013-08-15T01:37:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=170"},"modified":"2014-01-16T21:53:30","modified_gmt":"2014-01-16T21:53:30","slug":"fifth-limb-other-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=170","title":{"rendered":"FIFTH LIMB &#038; Haiku &#8211; Paul LaTorre"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In the equation.<\/p>\n<p>Forever the seeker,<br \/>\nI hid from<br \/>\nfate<br \/>\nfor once, whispering<br \/>\n&#8220;please don&#8217;t find me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Forearm-over-eyes<br \/>\ncount<br \/>\nto twenty-two.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ready or not-&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Behind tree,<br \/>\nthe split branch,<br \/>\nI tread in<br \/>\nfather&#8217;s garden<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Here I come!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Aggressive,<br \/>\nas boys tend to be.<\/p>\n<p>Wheelbarrow &amp;<br \/>\nscapegoat.<\/p>\n<p>Likewise, they speak<br \/>\nof growing<br \/>\nin brutal tones,<br \/>\na moral sin to know such<br \/>\nthings.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Whose fault is it,<br \/>\nthen?<br \/>\nI didn&#8217;t act on it.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>To collect the<br \/>\nshards<br \/>\nof Robin&#8217;s nest,<br \/>\nrunny<br \/>\nthrough slit<br \/>\nfingers.<\/p>\n<p>Saltiness.<\/p>\n<p>A potential<br \/>\nfamily,<br \/>\nscrambled.<\/p>\n<p>My limb extends,<br \/>\nlike his<br \/>\nreflex, a boat<br \/>\nin storm,<br \/>\nsmacking moor<br \/>\nof forehead.<\/p>\n<p>She swore,<br \/>\n&#8220;Never again.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And even through<br \/>\nall the years<br \/>\nI spoke atrocities<br \/>\nupon him.<br \/>\nA vociferous<br \/>\npitchfork tongue<br \/>\nchainsaw,<br \/>\nbitter as scorched.<\/p>\n<p>Teething his<br \/>\nbark,<br \/>\noverheard<br \/>\nwhile in the garden,<br \/>\nthat nest,<br \/>\nalready shattered.<\/p>\n<p>I was only finding then<br \/>\npieces<br \/>\nof what&#8217;s been<br \/>\nbroken,<br \/>\na jigsaw of<br \/>\nflash<br \/>\nwhich made the<br \/>\nsun.<\/p>\n<p>We won&#8217;t know<br \/>\nour star<br \/>\nhas burnt out<br \/>\nuntil countless years<br \/>\nafter,<br \/>\n&amp; much like that<br \/>\nchild<br \/>\nin garden.<br \/>\nBy then, it will be<br \/>\nfar too gone<br \/>\nfor any<br \/>\nnumber of appendages<\/p>\n<p>to resurrect<br \/>\na<br \/>\nyolk<br \/>\nwhich has<br \/>\nbled<\/p>\n<p>from its shell.<br \/>\n<div class=\"tmnf-sc-hr\"><\/div><\/p>\n<p><strong>Haiku on Haiku<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>A Haiku is hard<br \/>\nto write, because you often<br \/>\nrun out of syllab&#8211;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div>\n<div><a href=\"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/headshot-Paul-LaTorre-copy.jpg\" rel='prettyPhoto'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" wp-image-616 alignleft\" alt=\"headshot, Paul LaTorre copy\" src=\"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/headshot-Paul-LaTorre-copy.jpg\" width=\"183\" height=\"167\" \/><\/a>Paul LaTorre is a 25-year old poet\/teacher from Newark, NJ. \u00a0He currently resides in Montclair, with his wife, Melissa and their 2 cats, striped turtle and leopard gecko.\u00a0A graduate of Bloomfield College, with a BA in Creative Writing, he is working on attaining his MFA in Creative\/Professional Writing, starting this fall. Paul&#8217;s aim is to one day soon be a professor of Creative Writing and Poetry.\u00a0His two crowning achievements as an undergrad were receiving the Joyce Carol Oates Award for Creative Writing, as well as founding &#8216;the Live Poets Society&#8217;, an organization formed to cultivate and further an appreciation and formulation of poetry at Bloomfield College. \u00a0\u00a0Paul&#8217;s poetry is a sprawling, elliptical whirlwind combining wordplay, syllabic rhythm, topical issues and pop culture references. Often personal, but also tends to tiptoe the line of commentary on many divisive social issues.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the equation. Forever the seeker, I hid from fate for once, whispering &#8220;please don&#8217;t find me.&#8221; Forearm-over-eyes count to twenty-two. &#8220;Ready or not-&#8221; Behind tree, the split branch, I tread in father&#8217;s garden &#8220;Here I come!&#8221; Aggressive, as boys tend to be. Wheelbarrow &amp; scapegoat. 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