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The Month of Dying Beauty

  The Month of Dying Beauty The month of dying beauty made of leaves That bleed with scarlet, crimson, and the flash Of orange, hurtful yellows and bright sheaves Of golden, sickled hay revealed a gash. A wound in present time was opened by My finding of a cache of...

Recovered?

           Recovered? Recovered?  Covered once with scars, before That with the Mylar we call love, my heart Deals gingerly with this collection.  More Reflective sonnet talents in the art Of poetry and love have run ahead Of my discovery of little gifts Forgotten in...

Lunar Loneliness

          Lunar Loneliness   Don’t the Moon Look Lonesome? ~ Sonny Rollins The moon has been too visited by rocks, Celestial bodies and all sorts of bits And pieces from deep space.  Yet frequent shocks Of such communication are just hits Of loneliness, again,...

Strata

                   Strata Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Our memories bring us home to more than just Ourselves, or rather to those selves that we Once were and later.  Souvenirs are trussed Up in...

Grieving in the All but Lost

         Grieving in the All but Lost Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Our memories are retrieved by golden chains That reach, reach, reach until they hook a jewel From cavern depths.  The caves are...

Saint Sebastian Sans the Sacred

Saint Sebastian Sans the Sacred Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Most memories cannot be kept close, not near, Not near enough to scar, unless the scar Is of a tribal kind gouged in by fear Appearing...