Poem “Heart, Felt” by Shane Schick for Before I Turn Into Gold Online Anthology

(c) Geoffrey Wren

Heart, Felt

You were full of answers about 
what happens to the heart,

as though you’d spent a lifetime
breaking the end off a question mark 

and using it to punctuate 
all the sad stories you would sing,

or letting it fall on a roulette wheel
that never bounced on the black.

But can’t we at least agree on this:
that the heart is led by nothing 

except itself, that it kept taking you
by the hand and setting off

to the heat of Hydra, to a home,
giving you the permission 

you needed to put down your pen
and pick up your guitar, to speak

in a timbre so low you sounded 
like your heart was in your throat,

yet never letting life happen to it, 
beating but never bystanding?

The heart kept occurring to you,
even when you tried to forget it

those late nights in Montreal,
or amid monastery meditations.

Even if the heart was acted upon,
it was you who felt what ensued

time and again, you whose music
allowed us perceive what transpired

every time we listened, and listen 
to this day, limited by the distance

between any artist and the audience
that experiences the art. Who knows

what really took place, what love 
you gained and lost. What happened 

is secondary to the song — so long 
as we feel close to the heart of it. 

Bio: : Shane Schick is the founder of a customer experience design publication called 360 Magazine, His poetry has appeared in literary journals across the U.S., Canada, The U.K. and Africa. He lives in Toronto. More: shaneschick.com/poetry. Twitter: @shaneschick Subscribe to my 360 Magazine newsletter

Famous Blue Metaphor by S. Reeson for “Before I Turn Into Gold” Online Leonard Cohen Anthology

(c) Geoffrey Wren

Famous Blue Metaphor

They came here, via Jennifer Warnes;
never breathed a Hallelujah until CJ Cregg’s
love interest took a bullet for the narrative…

presented, other person’s metaphor
vinyl pressed, missing pieces
sold, collectively unconscious, marked
as nothing ever really worked for me

tried, but it was closing
Doors or Joni Mitchell, other artists
found as empathy, except that artistry
would never leaf within, heart beating
differently to him

                                                                accept
unable to escape
                                                                two lines

because the first that shifted, was the station
one of those I am and still remain

mind will not escape his confirmation
went to take Manhattan, camera holding
something more than lyrical behest


poet’s ideal
buried, in their chest.

Bio: S Reeson [she/they] is 54 and is a multidisciplined artist who has suffered with anxiety since childhood. Poetry has become a means by which feelings that previously could not be discussed are
now explored and shared. In 2019 they were identified as a Historic Trauma survivor, and are currently pursuing a more accurate neurodivergence diagnosis. They are bisexual, married with two
children, and when not writing or mucking about online can be found running, cycling or lifting increasingly heavy weights.

A poem by Tom Harding from his book “Afternoon Music” for Before I Turn Into Gold Day

In My Secret Life

Where did your words go, Jikan?
First read seventeen years ago
in the basement of a second-hand bookstore in Soho,
with the damp stench of London in my nose and clothes.
I read of your life on the mountain:
4 am wake-up calls, a vow of silence
ceremonial marches to the temple of quiet,
dampening your infamous longing
beneath heavy robes, I was hungry too

walking frozen rain-drenched streets,
this was the winter of ’01,
the world trying to understand itself
still naive to how dark it could become
while you were down from the mountain
with Ten New Songs.

Commandments to a secret life,
with a voice deeper than God’s.
I listened with winter in my ears,
through blackened streets, past alleyways,
candles made halos in the steam,
faceless bodies descended like mourners
into the drafty lamplit underground,
an old man with a bouzouki
sang the music of his homeland,
a blind man moved amongst us
tapping his cane like a Zen master’s Keisaku
as if to test our honesty,
as if to strike the indolent, the sleeping,
the unconscious, to dislodge the truth.
Jikan, do you remember what followed,
what scar formed from the burned heart
of that September,
how perfect their hatred became?

Oh, come back, Jikan,
in the robes of your longing,
return us to ourselves,
our secret lives; the sweetness of failure
come back, from your mountain.



Bio: Tom Harding lives in Northampton UK. He is a writer and illustrator whose first two poetry collections, Afternoon Music and Night Work are published with Palewell Press.
He keeps a collection of his work here, www.tomharding.net

https://palewellpress.co.uk/Books-Health.html#Afternoon-Music

http://www.tomharding.net/

All of the poems (revised) from Avalanches in Poetry for Leonard Cohen Week by David L O’Nan

Wonderful Artwork from Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen by artist/writer Geoffrey Wren

Poem by Joe Kidd for “Before I Turn Into Gold Day” inspired by Leonard Cohen


Poem by Elizabeth Cusack for Before I Turn Into Gold Day

Who exactly does not love you

Who exactly takes the fall
Do you give a fuck at all
Your silence is golden
I follow it closely
Who is it among you
Who answers the call
I know it’s old fashioned
I care not at all
Who is it among you
That garnishes the fall
And now that it’s over
Are you happy, are you glad
I could not keep it up
I’m sorry I’m not sad
You want a sob sister
I’m not up for it now
Give me a bar room
Or give me a brawl
Being a player is nothing at all
So you play me and I’ll play you
How does it feel to be no one’s fool
Do you draw your cards now
From the bottom of the deck
How do you feel when they bite your neck
What do you think is waiting for you
You killed off the old ones
They’re easy to lose
You kissed the new order
They’re easy for you
All your false modesty won’t pay the rent
So you kill them off slowly then wonder
Where your money was spent
It’s been long
It’s been painful
You just want to have fun
You’ll be the happiest two people
When you are one.


Twitter: @ecusack4

Youtube: PoetryonTheRocksforLonelyHearts

3 poems by Ethan McGuire inspired by Leonard Cohen for Before I Turn Into Gold Day


3 poems from ps pirro from Fevers of the Mind Anthology & Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen

All of the poems (revised) from Avalanches in Poetry for Leonard Cohen Week by David L O’Nan




2 poems by Peter Hague for Before I Turn Into Gold Day

Geoffrey Wren (c)

Stranger Still in Utility Sunlight

to the memory of Leonard Cohen

Leonard, it is time for the Moon. 
I know you are a poor lover of its simple ways 
and think it somehow shallow, 
but I still have a job to do; 
a challenge to bear – and by the way, 
I still think you retired too soon… 

Okay then, Leonard, let us forget the Moon – 
it is time for the Sun. 
I think you entrusted your safety to the Sun 
and that is why you left for Greece. 
In fact, I think you are still there – writing: 
perhaps a third novel called: 
The Book of Longing for Something Else?

The Sun is gracious – it minds its own business. 
It shines our shoes – it keeps its distance. 
It wears no mask or stranger's face.
It is a friend to our eyes in what it does best – 
out there beyond our current position – 
that of basking in the dividend 
of legitimate shade.


This is Silence 
On the death of Leonard Cohen 2016

Thank you for filling the silence 
with a wisdom we could claim. 
Thank you for filling the darkness 
with a holy flame. 

You sat at your usual table;
we gathered your final light – 
as you spread your words like playing cards 
and signed a treaty with the night.

We followed the lines of your poems, 
and your songs, with their luminous thought, 
that now become rumours of our own demise – 
in this field of wounded hearts. 
        
So until then, and though we have your song, 
we will miss your breath of carefulness 
in a silence that seems wrong.


A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Peter Hague

Avalanches in Poetry 2 entries by Peter Hague :  “I Did Not Want it Darker””Between Leonards” “Following Leonard”

2 Poems by Peter Hague : “Eco Warrior:Future as Promised” & “Dark in the Woods”

Wonderful Artwork from Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen by artist/writer Geoffrey Wren

5 poems inspired by Leonard Cohen by Robert Frede Kenter (Before I Turn Into Gold Day)

3 poems by Ethan McGuire inspired by Leonard Cohen for Before I Turn Into Gold Day

Poem “Eclipse” by Joan Hawkins for Before I Turn Into Gold Day

3 poems from ps pirro from Fevers of the Mind Anthology & Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen

All of the poems (revised) from Avalanches in Poetry for Leonard Cohen Week by David L O’Nan
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