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Ever Old the Spring, Ever New the Spring

Ever Old the Spring, Ever New the Spring Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Spring is when the oldest meanings all become The ever new, are ever new because They will not be destroyed.  The winter, numb With...

Not Exactly Hypatia

Not Exactly Hypatia Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem She struck him as a woman lacking thought, At least no semblance of a thought that she Originated.  Taking what she ought To think, she sometimes tried...

Murano Master

Murano Master Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem It’s like he’s made of real Murano glass (Not made in China), if there’s such a thing Now, but he thinks that we are Plexiglas. He thinks that gods will...

Feeble Flame

Feeble Flame A candle is a solemn thing.  It mourns In incense air, on Maundy altars, on The cusp of Crucifixion, crown of thorns And burial without a dreaming dawn. A candle is a solemn thing.  A meal With blossoms on the tablecloth and scent Upon her neck and ears...

The Crannied Wall Without God

The Crannied Wall Without God Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The sun would scorch, but what if there is no One there to suffer?  Sunsets stun away The light, yet what if no one sees that glow? Electron...