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More Sacred than Surrealism

More Sacred than Surrealism Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When sun and shadow blend and do not nix Each other; when the smile and frown are one; When symphonies are silence and their mix Is utter — and...

Omitting Divinities

 Omitting Divinities Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem So  . . . what if we omitted God, that He Or She (whatever)?  What if we should build A temple dedicated to a ski Slope?  Maybe we could opt to shape...

Modernism and Its Subsequent Loose Bowel Movements

Modernism and Its Subsequent Loose Bowel Movements The green light that lingers in the west. ~ Coleridge The poets in their rainbow greed to be Original will call the sunset sky All colors that it ain’t.  Such poets see It green and purple.  Dalí’s sliced up eye Is...

The Brocade Auroras in Robes of Prophetesses Around Us

The Brocade Auroras in Robes    of Prophetesses Around Us Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The light is lingering on stream and pond Although the sun has set.  The light does not Desire to leave though sun...

Of Cricket’s Bone

Of Cricket’s Bone Act I, scene 4   How real are you?  Or, rather, how unreal? Are you as real as Romeo upon The stage—or even less?  Or more Surreal, An echo out of place, a sunset dawn, A butterfly Antarctic or a ghost On golden streets of Heaven?  No. No.  You Are...

The Ocean of Seasons

The Ocean of Seasons Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another.” ~ Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors Throughout the seasons water drips.  In...