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Tuesday, November 10, 2020
Down But Still Not Out
It’s when you feel
Troubled and out
Of place and the only
Place left you can go to
Is the home you left
In the first place.
Sunday, November 8, 2020
Still Mellow Yellow At 76
What if
I told you quite
Rightly I fancy these small
Yellow croci blooming
By the side
Of this narrow
Path leading
To the small white
Chapel on the top
Of the hill
Overlooking my sun-
Lit home village remind
Me of a song
Of my youth, would you
Indulge me this not
So farfetched fantasy?
Friday, November 6, 2020
Catch Me If You Can, Chumps
The whereabouts of where
Your promising poetics were
Headed at any given time
Were clearly present
And defined by
An artful aversion
To working hard
At nothing save how
Fast and easy you could get
In and out without
Ever delivering
The promised goods.
Tuesday, November 3, 2020
Spring Haiku: Cupid's Tart
smitten lovebirds dart
in and out of the bitter-
sweet lemon tree’s heart
Saturday, October 31, 2020
Mistaken Presumption
The poem does not ask to be
Taken for granted simply because
You think you’ve put it down so
Rightly in black and white—
It wants to know if you will
Ever learn to tell the difference
Between that which is before you
And that lying between the lines
Left in pieces behind you.
Wednesday, October 28, 2020
A Poem Should Be (21)
Fiercely and mercifully just—
As balm is to a wounded heart,
And bane to an incurably sick one.
Sunday, October 25, 2020
Over The Moon Darkly
On nights
Without a moon, I fear
The sight of the heavens fills me
To surfeit.
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