Tagged: past

reflection poems life 0

Dust

Poem   I went back; Picking my way carefully through the underbrush, I realized: I’d never noticed all this poison ivy… Perhaps that’s why the itch persists. I went back; Scratching as I climbed...

Long Poems About Life 0

Portrait — Part II

It’s falling; a shrill of absence, a dreamy strangling, the days uniform and rationed, where jingles hold the spaces of love and immoderations, and zealotry redeems a country of her past. Gone. Gone, the...

Trance 0

Ode to Merce

So long maestro — we don’t mourn you; you’ve always walked with the sages. When will we enter again that summerspace? Your ethereal garden of pointed light, where birds disperse into spiral oblivion, and...

Abstract Thoughts 0

Unsettled

He came back today. I was not cheered to see him. He looked as bad for wear As the last time the beast chose to be him. My revulsion returned- I fear I have...