The Report
...The window lets in an odd solitary ray of light,
Of timid color, a cusp between twilight and night.
It lands hesitatingly on the golden tip of my pen,
and then blasts into the iris of my eye, half...
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Categories:
grievingly, work,
Form: Free verse
Lamentation of a Warrior Poet
...Many a warrior came charging up the hill
Drawing their swords and spears, driven by their own will
The shadows over hill shall grievingly foretell
The glorious event of battle, the sound, the sme...
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Categories:
grievingly, anger, courage, death, grave,
Form: Prose Poetry
The Snow
...Snow burdened the weary leaves,
Drooping in view of the shivered fence.
There I sat blushing my knuckles,
Uncertain of movement around this chair.
I remember the etching stone,
With silent squeaks,
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Categories:
grievingly, adventure, age, beauty, birth,
Form: I do not know?
The Perils of the Ghetto
...Soft silhouettes sashay by my window
Grievingly gazing out unto a world of which you may never know
Linen curtains briefly ruffled in the breeze
Old drunken Julius finds shade under the huge oak t...
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Categories:
grievingly, life, people, sorry, world,
Form: I do not know?
Table For None
...I am a Savonarola chair
carved from discarded
remnants of cedar and birch that
littered our backyard -
waiting to be burned
or broken by a trespasser’s hands,
or tended to by the warm touch
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Categories:
grievingly, angst, on writing and
Form: Free verse