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Poems By Oliver Rice
THE ROOM WITHOUT PURPOSE


And without décor,
noneless has an atmosphere,
auras of the will to live,
of the faculties, the excitations,
the gossip of the neurons,

original sin,

the phonemes of silence,

memory.

Emanations from reality ---
the communal,
the stimuli.

Urgencies of the soul.


MASK MAKER


They are provocative,
busts, slightly more than lifesize,
of wood make flesh
with the merest tinctures of vitality.

One imagines him delicately carving the waste
from cheek bones, a jawline, a chin,
the contours of a mouth,
the muscles about deepset eyes.

Perhaps they speak for him
of yearning, remorse, euphoria,
an anxiety as old as childhood,
an unconsenting conviction.

Privately, perhaps, he names them ---
Salome, Hamlet, Ethan Frome,

or graces them with legends ---
the morning waiting for a decision,

a conscience for everything,

the soul exceeding its circumstances.


Oliver Rice has received the Theodore Roethke Prize and twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His poems have appeared widely in journals and anthologies in the United States, as well as in Canada , England , Austria , Turkey , and India . His book of poems, On Consenting to Be a Man, has been introduced by Cyberwit, a diversified publishing house in the cultural capital Allahabad , India , and is available on Amazon.

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