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Both Sad and Calm

          Both Sad and Calm On the back of a post card I quoted from The Queen of the Damned: “The morning would come and he would be sad but calm.” Both sad and calm cathedral beauties are. The picture on the card of Salisbury glows With stillness.  It was taken from...

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...

Promises and Lies

            Promises and Lies I send a card with animals–a mare And foal, a badger, and a fox and fawn– Facetiously upbraiding you.  “Unfair!” I claim.  It seems that you were sick and wan, Had promised you’d “bounce back” by...

Petaled Appeal

                 Petaled Appeal Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem I send you all of me that bows, both built To last and doomed to fade, endure and fail, As flowers that have colors which will wilt, As...

Crossing Out Bars

           Crossing Out Bars Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Our love had never settled into notes Or melded into melodies.  The heat Grew high enough, but flaming seas burn boats Instead of making...