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The Spring

                              The Spring Each thing, if large or small, does not have wide Or universal meaning.  Cherries bloom And that is it.  The blossoms aren’t allied With cosmic import, are not signs of doom Despite the fact that they will die.  Instead Each...

As She Lies on Her Deathbed

        As She Lies on Her Deathbed The tulip petals have been turned to pale Translucent beauty in their death. The oval petals have become a veil For ghosts to wear, like fragrance from the breath Of phantoms.  Lavender has faded, dawn Reduced, a fading caused by...

Tongues as of Fire

If men desire to find belief, to sing It out through throats works best to make the soul Embrace it.  This will make the sought faith zing Behind their hearts and manliness’s whole. The faith will throb straight through the tenor throats, The baritones and basses’...

Sheer

             “…poetry is not thought, is not emotion, is not beauty, is not morality, is not religion, but something else….’Seek ye first the kingdom of poetry, and all these things shall be added unto you.’ ” p. 27 ~ R. H. Blyth,...

Unbalanced Gods

          Unbalanced Gods   “I the LORD thy God am a jealous God” ~ Exodus 20:5   Prometheus was never praised, adored Or worshiped like true ancient gods required. Demanding sacrifices for reward Of favors, those were monsters.  They inspired Deep superstition, or at...

 Ravishing Poetry

                Ravishing Poetry True poetry is not just beauties, thoughts Or feelings.   It is something other, more. It listens more like complicated knots Awaiting Alexanders for its roar To be released.  The poem, once unloosed Inside the non-Platonic cavern of...

Immaculate Conception

  Immaculate Conception   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Though nature hovers in our minds and spans The spaces far beyond the Hubble eye, Though poetry, a telescope that scans The universe,  can take...

Beyond

                        Beyond Beyond this writing of ourselves upon Eternity, we need the finite veins Of heart.  It teaches love is not withdrawn When we have left.  Love hovers leaving stains As breath upon the air of heaven’s light. The light and air both...