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Words, after all, are not only words

Words, after all, are not only words “Words: Which have no words” ~ Shelley Not much imagination is required To start a sonnet.  Find your courage.  Start. The words and scheme take over.  As desired They soon possess you like a demon.  Heart And mind aren’t...

Eyes for Seeing

Eyes for Seeing The curse, the pang with which they died,         Had never passed away; I could not draw my eyes from theirs,         Nor lift them up to pray.                 ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge Their eyes still stare through death that you and I Cannot...

Where Colorlessness Comes From

Where Colorlessness Comes From Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A red and yellow maple leaf sinks down In water clearer than the last of dawns. The color of the pond is like the gown Eternity puts on in...

Provoking the Willow

Provoking the Willow Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We push aside the willow branches, hand In motion, leaves in motion by the wind Then by our fingers, palms and wrists.  No grand Significance results,...

Dog DNA

Dog DNA Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Bing Videos A puppy is a puppy and a dog A dog.  When each is sleeping, it remains Itself, exact.  There’s nothing like a fog In dogginess.  There are no feline...

Wings for a Holy Search

Wings for a Holy Search Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If I were on a pilgrimage, I would Not want a saint to walk with but instead Would want a butterfly to be my good Companion.  I would follow where...

Little Ones in a Florida Warmth

Little Ones in a Florida Warmth Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Microsoft’s Copilot prissily refused to make the above image.  ChatGPT made it with no prissy qualms. We watched our dam of worthless...

Addiction Nonetheless

   Addiction Nonetheless Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When God-head let him go unfinished quite, His hair was holy, perfect in its curls Of black as if creating Saint John’s light Had been mistaken and...