A cancer biologist by trade, my poetry often explores the delicate balance between certainty and doubt, the tension between what we want to see and what we cannot see, color, taste, feeling, anxiety... and a dab of humor along the way to make it tolerable. I have three full-length poetry collections and a quiver full of poems in journals.
Rime of the Ancient Gardener
Nobody else need know the precise
geography of your ecstasy, deep in the cool
thicket of daisy and cosmos, prowling
hallowed ground till the sun spends
its last calorie, and the grandkids are sent
to fetch you from the vale of phlox.
No matter, your knees contorted geometry
bent past right angles enclosed in glory
swaddled by a mother lode of beauty.
No matter, fret of wasp and loathsome
slug. Here is the last frontier away
from nap and bedpan, gaudy refuge
from all things electronic and plastic.
High and mighty you banish yourself
where you hope to expire, shielded
from prying eyes and ears, in the petal
of everything green, beneath the juncos.
©2016 Edward Nudelman
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