Friday, October 13, 2023

Thrilled to have a new poem in Live Nude Poems

 I don't submit work all that often anymore, but I always want to submit to Heather Sullivan and Rusty Barnes who put out Live Nude Poems. 

If you are sunk in a sea so silent who are you left hanging with? There are all kinds of deep sea critters, perhaps too ugly to cuddle up to. When the narrator says to them, looking up from the ocean, "nobody likes you," he could be referring to himself---hence, some "double-meaning love" within the words. You are just like them, and just like an abandoned sunken ship.  The other double-meaning  found within is that the moon features fields of basaltic lava referred to as seas, because early astronomers mistakenly thought they contained water. 

Also "metaphor love" about the end of a friendship, 
and very often the silence accompanying that. 

Imagine habitating with the likes of...

photo by Lisa Haley



Like the title says. 

lNP is a simple blog journal no frills (see masthead above) except the editors who know a thing are two about a thing or two. Funny thing about the sub-title you know it came from people asking, "What's Live NudePoems?" Well, it's like the title say, so, take a hike, son.  

If you dive into their submissions statement, you'll find this (so yahoo!):

In trying to sum up what our aesthetic at Live Nude Poems will be, we are drawn to the idea and function of poetry.  In our opinion, we’ve always believed that poetry must serve a purpose – to enlighten, to explain and by doing so, bring a greater understanding of self.  We have a job to do as poets, even if only to better know our own humanity.  We're certainly not here to argue what art is or why we write.  We write because we have to, and the work is unique to each of us.  Knowing that, we would like to showcase poetry that breathes and presents moments in time, work that helps us understand you, tells a story, changes the reader--if only for a second.



Karen Klein said...

Congratulations, Tim. What an imaginative way to
describe aloneness by being with all the discarded,
so your aloneness takes on the resonance of not
seen, at the bottom of the sea, with those strange
creatures, freakishly unnatural. Spare language,
rich in meaning.

ctgager37 said...

Thanks, Karen!

Chad Parenteau said...

Nice work, Tim.