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Relief

               Relief The roses come.  He does not think of you. Their pinks are far too delicate, their reds Too overwhelming, and their whites too true. He does not think of you and cuts their heads. The peonies arrived.  Their petals are Too perfect, fine, and...

It Takes One

               It Takes One Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Henry David Thoreau writes of Chaucer, “We are tempted to say that his genius was feminine, not masculine.  It was such feminineness,...

Mastery

                   Mastery The first dream morning brought, on honeymoon To start his life together, he smiled, yawned, And stretched, and then he moved himself to spoon Against that back and hips.  It slowly dawned Inside his brain that he could grin and keep This...

The Y Chromosome Inside the Tiny Holy Grail

The Y Chromosome Inside the Tiny Holy Grail            All day the firefly         Folds in his glow beneath grass          Waiting for twilight.   ~ a found haiku; original words adjusted by PhillipWhidden; encountered in Henry David Thoreau’s A Week on the Concord...

Thine Own Self

            Thine Own Self This river takes a beam of light straight through Itself, right through it to its lowest part If clear enough.  The current is still true To water’s self.  The water does not start To break its molecule or try to be Some other element, say...

Painting by Numbers

        Painting by Numbers The largest parts are numbered with a plain 1, meaning I should use the color of Your skin in parts without the darker stain Of body hair—or nipples made for love. Much darker areas are shown by 2, Those parts where tufts of nearly...