Poetry by BZ Niditch

A WAY TO GO

A tapestry of blood red flowers
pointed from a blinding light
to a poet’s secret language
we exist waiting up
for understanding
as a music sonata suddenly
suddenly fills a watching eye
grateful to be astonished
by emerging spaces
through shields of color
of a fragment of a universe
in gestures of trembling
yielding a collection of voices
from a sheltered nature
sitting on my bandaged arms
from practicing my music
all night
opening my amazing letters
from a secret friend
on a far distant sea
who catches my recordings
on her short wave.

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About B.Z. Niditch

 A former Ray’s Road Review contributor, B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, fiction writer, and teacher. His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and ArtThe Literary Review; LeGuepard
(France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune ( Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest); Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others. His latest poetry collections are Lorca at Sevilla, Captive Cities. He lives in Brookline, MA.