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Madness and Modernism

      Madness and Modernism Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  https://x.com/i/status/1810148186025017458 The Modernists will say my measures mar Since made of sharp steel rulers; mean the soul Of poetry...

Still

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The novice nun waits still, a candle flame. The flame burns still.  These three are still; no, not The column only, white, avoiding shame. A dusk of autumn fills her with...

Tranquil Tokonoma

         Tranquil Tokonoma One thing a perfect purple rose cannot Accomplish is a type of sadness.  Man Is best at that.  That is mankind’s special blot. The plants and animals have learned to ban Such uselessness.  They settle in their fur Or leaves and just get on...

Shade

                       Shade The quiet, silent things send echoes through Each other.  Rosebush leaves above the tom That naps beneath them are more quiet, strew Their silence down, reverberating calm On nearly silent breathing through his two Pink nostrils held by...

Levitation above the Arbor’s Lawn

    Levitation above the Arbor’s Lawn Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Some petals send no scent that human nose Can sense.  These flowers have no fragrance for The person passing by.  Smells dispose...