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Vanishing Truth

          Vanishing Truth Each meeting is the start of parting.  Who He might become or who she might become, No matter what, what finally comes through Is vacuum.  Each beauty will succumb. Your newborn son will grow and go away— And he will die.  Perhaps you will...

What Matters

                   What Matters Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Orgasm by ahermin on DeviantArt He said he loved.  (At least that’s what she thought.) So much was going on inside her head That maybe...

Walking with Another Man in a Street of Athens

Walking with Another Man in a Street of Athens Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He bought her earrings, rings in rings in rings Around a sphere, the whole arrangement made Of tempered steel.  Well...

“A man’s reach should exceed his grasp”

                   “A man’s reach should exceed his grasp” Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He wasted love.  He took and gave it all Around and wasted it.  He took as much As anyone (almost) would...

Linda

               Linda He falls apart.  He picks it up and goes To pieces.  Snapshots there had lain inside The closet darkness decades.  In the throes Of stirred up memories, he learned they misguide. Blank absence makes us think that we’re like ones Who don’t believe...