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Who Can Know?

               Who Can Know? Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem It seems that God (or gods) goes moving through The dawn invaded by exhaustion in The night.  The hormone tentacles construe The twilight...

At Least among the Redwoods

       At Least among the Redwoods “Man is somehow out of place in ‘the brotherhood of venerable trees’[1] Yet they are meaningless without at least his absence.” ~ R. H. Blyth, Haiku, Autumn – Summer, volume 3, p. 842 Wallpaperup.com Among the brotherhood...

Lyrical Light and Annihilation

Lyrical Light and Annihilation The harp is not of heaven alone.  Its strings Have been to Hades on the saddest trip. A  gilded harp may seem to have the wings Of Hermes.  It may ride an Argo ship Which has one eye to see its way to fleece And gold, to beauty’s...

Lost Legends Long Before the Vedas and the Iliad

Lost Legends Long Before the Vedas and the Iliad Go far enough in time and all becomes Strict mists and stone.  Fire circles heard the tales So long forgotten now that tribal drums Are recent evolutions, compared.  Trails Do not exist to take us back to spells And...

The Harvest of a Quiet Eye

  The Harvest of a Quiet Eye   “The harvest of a quiet eye”  ~ John Richard Vernon Ignore the razzmatazz, and sex, and stuff. Just look around you in the dawn and see A crack in God’s eternity, enough To show the mystical, mystery In twilight.  Take an old, old book...