‘A Great Divide’ and Other Poetry by Joe Tessitore

A Great Divide

“…to form a more perfect union”

I walk to the edge of a great divide
and I try to talk with the other side
but they do not reciprocate
they tell me that I’m filled with hate

I stand at the point of no return
and I cry as all the bridges burn
for a citizenry torn apart
for a nation with a broken heart

I kneel at the grave of a once-great land
and I sigh that I don’t understand –
so obvious a tragedy
that everyone refused to see

Unshackled?

Back in the day I was a boob
For hours I’d sit in front of the tube
But now my smartphone
has unshackled me!
Damn! I just walked into a tree!

The Gulls

The tide retreats
And piers emerge
The choicest seats
And gulls converge
And once each has
Its chosen place
The tide rolls in
Each gull to chase

Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet.