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Widowed Bride You kept me waiting in the rain That lashed out at me like a cane Soaked to the bone I still remain Ignoring the chill and pain
By Dujana Chakir3 years ago in Poets
My Grandparents’ Generation They are taking so many things with them: their sewing machines and fine china, their ability to fold a newspaper
Amphoteros Let it be known about how many things I was prepared for in this life. There were two contendents, without allies.
Polar Bear in the Central Park Zoo Watched, captivating, he swims to the rocky shelf and berths a beat before pushing off with plate-sized
The Medicinal Cotton Clouds Come Down to Cover Them To smother their smallness in felt. Unsatisfied folds, filmic emotion—remote, pale and impalpable.
Did I Not Say To You Did I not say to you, “Go not there, for I am your friend; in this mirage of annihilation I am the fountain of life?”
Kindred Spirit My father doesn’t say ghost, though I know he’s haunted. Instead he says, When they letUncle Marion out of that hospital, he didn’teven move the same. He said they tried to takehis stories. He loves his fifteen uncles fiercely.
On Growing Old Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying; My dog and I are old, too old for roving. Man, whose young passion sets the spindrift flying,
Now Out of your whole life give but a moment! All of your life that has gone before, All to come after it,—so you ignore,
Lingering Silence Time and again, it happens. The routine is like an old friend. Not a welcoming site, but one we’ve grown used to, and assume we like.
Philomela's Day Cough and cough and cough and cough These are my days, tough and rough We’re all out of fortune A sister married out of exhaustion
Red Never Lasts There’s no doubt it’s the most glamorous, the one you reach for first—its luscious gloss.Russian Roulette, First Dance, Apéritif, Cherry Pop.