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Outside the Painted Cave

  Outside the Painted Cave Before men thought of poetry, they fell In love with paintings on a petal’s tongue. It started ringing in its silent bell So utter they could almost hear it.  Swung From it came colors so much like a song They almost gave men melody, at...

Mastery

                   Mastery The first dream morning brought, on honeymoon To start his life together, he smiled, yawned, And stretched, and then he moved himself to spoon Against that back and hips.  It slowly dawned Inside his brain that he could grin and keep This...

Blue Rugby and Blue Gallipoli

  Blue Rugby and Blue Gallipoli Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem We do not think of Rubert Brooke in blue, When we remember him at all.  We think of Brooke Between some pages of a volume, true To...

Fixative on White Watercolor

Fixative on White Watercolor Your hope is like a cloud—in a picture. While firmer than a cloud, your hope is bright And, yes, is fixed forever.  Your stricture Keeps hope in place.  A watercolor white Is painted on white paper—to make sure The cloud is white.  Your...

Phantom

           Phantom A special shadow might reveal much worse, Much more than just a silhouette of shade That trails you.  It might cast a hex or curse That clings because of sly mistakes you made So long ago you thought that you should not Be punished for them, or the...