Margins Poems - Poems about Margins

We brought a puzzle to the cabin, rented on a Friday-front holiday. Our tween was bored before we passed the first exit. We needed the escape— a break from where we'd been and where we were (or thought we were, then). I bit my lip the whole drive, sucked in my stomach hoping you'd eye me sideways. I was fine-tuning my profile in case it...

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| From lack of reason, to quotients of densest space | Through the iris of an eye, voids are commonplace | Stubborn pervasive doubt, projects across the face | Reassured again when mindsets find a bright place | ...

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In various places, flowers will grow, But thrive best in peculiar climates Most suited for the particular variety. Narrow margins can be most profitable. Many flowers are picked in the early mornings And commercially flown to distant destinations Where their use is not a luxury but a necessity. Narrow margins can be most profitable. The fragrance must hold and be bold, because Looks alone...

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I can’t draw, but I paint I still sin, but a saint I talk best when I’m mute All I’ve lost in pursuit I begin at the middle And end at the start To give back to the silence This thing —we call art (The New Room: March, 2021)...

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Pride and Prejudice: The Lacking Margins Pride and Prejudice, a passionate novel by Jane Austen, published anonymously in three volumes in 1813. A masterpiece of English literature, composed with penetrating wittiness and exquisite character delineation, it concentrates on the tumultuous relationship amongst Elizabeth Bennet, the daughter of a country gentleman, and Fitzwilliam Darcy, a rich aristocratic...

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Life's margins are too narrow for proofreading: a poor catch of extra commas, profiles of girls and monograms of insomnia. For literature, an earthly life is just a couple of words in a not too coordinated sentence, let alone the poetry: here the author's headache determines the character's lifetime, here the area of a...

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Dawn, and my bed comes ashore, dripping fog-laden fronds. I feed my mind manna of minced shark and Barracuda. I dislike tuna, so I make a tuna sandwich; wet foaming waves, aqueous globs of salty oils, some mayo. I must be waterlogged by sea-dreams. The day swims around aimlessly, time sloshes. A rubber flipper once lost off the Normandy coast, briefly surfaces; one sand-encrusted flip-flop floats...

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Tim’s father had been a refugee once he put down his fight and his gun The story is that he embarked on the very last ship leaving East Prussia Under siege tanks and bombs from above fireworks of madness and defeat A wounded soldier which is what gave him the pass for the vessel Lucky escape and transition from...

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Seeing life pass them by swaying between sleep and death Hypnotised Anesthetised Paralysed Living on the margins of life Like a background actor Dumb Watching Wishing dreaming of becoming alive full hearts full stop ...

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There is an old and wise saying, Take only what you need and use everything you take. We often consider the first part, or at least make occasional stabs at simplicity, but the last part is less frequently said or thought about as essential to healthy vulnerability. If we don't use everything we take and have been given by others, then we can be sure we...

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She sleeps with a copy of Stephen King's The Shining under her pillow. The knife was left on the kitchen sink; the gun to her head out of ammo. She writes, but has no pen to stab with- just a finger to make herself sick Reflection screams "I want to be perfect!" and the mirror shut up! How can she?...

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