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The Time That’s Stretched

by | Jan 15, 2020 | RI, VE

     The Time That’s Stretched The time that’s stretched between Verlaine and us Has painted in a scumble on his scenes With Arthur.  It’s as if some sort of pus Has been brushed over them like filthy jeans Encrusted with the grime of tears.  A scrim Obscures our view...

Synesthesia

by | Jan 15, 2020 | RI, VE

          Synesthesia Verlaine spun out his poetry like silk From spider abdomens, but it had hues Of melody, it sounds the touch of milk, And all came also from the fragrant blues Of Rimbaud’s irises and, more, from deep Within the boy’s manly soul which sang In...

The New or the True

by | Jan 14, 2020 | PO

      The New or the True Perhaps it is a false dilemma in That sometimes what is new contains the real And what is old is sullied with the sin Of boredom, truth that doesn’t make us feel Its force but leaves us yawning.  Still, if truth Is lost in cleverness, the...

To Everything There is a Season

by | Jan 14, 2020 | LO, RO

There are two versions of this sonnet below.  The gender  of the lover is male in one and female in the other.  Enjoy your pick. To Everything There is a Season With April in his eyes he came to me. They had a springtime certainty and wet With hope they came with...