Contemporary Poem

Contemporary Poem


I need to go to sleep.
I’ve got things to do tomorrow,
Things. Always things.
I have a tiny baby to hold and
prayer cards to laminate for
a grieving family and a
piano lesson to plan for an
eight year old boy whose fearless
except for his pretend migraines.
I need to learn those minor melodies
that drift through the centuries
and find only a handful of modern ears.
I must sleep so I can commit them
to memory,
to revel in the circles and lustful lilts
of the language,
to research their composers
and worship them like gods.
I need to sleep, but I am
alone in a raised ranch
imagining what life would be like
if I were famous,
as if celebrities are any more valuable
than seven pound, six ounce Caleb
or eighty year old Robert Macavoy and
his grieving family
or Lucas who is afraid of all the right things.
At least my gods are flawed like me
I don’t think any greater ones would have me.



photograph by Paolo Imbag


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Noelle Currie

I have been writing short fiction and poetry for ten years. I recently completed the second of two novels that are currently unpublished. I was the winner of The Book Doctor’s Pitchapalooza in 2013 and recipient of the Gold Medal in poetry in the Tunxis Academic and Art Challenge in 2009. I submit poetry and short fiction pieces to the creative writing website weekly. I graduated from the University of Connecticut in 2013 with a degree in vocal performance. My second love is singing opera.

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