I can't remember
...I don't remember when I looked up and heard a seagull's cries
I don't remember the line of gold of my first sunrise
I don't remember the time at Fire Island when Mom carried me to the sea
I don't ...
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Categories:
reconstructs, childhood, forgiveness, identity, memory,
Form: Lyric
What Is a Free Verse Poem
...Mostly it's just gluing bones together
ones found in a well furrowed field
a scattering of empty joints,
undetectable until tripped over.
An iron-age rebar
can be dug for
it will girder one s...
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Categories:
reconstructs, poetry,
Form: Free verse
For Every Dream
...For every dream conceived
a little heartache and disappointment is achieved
but the dream, like life, persists
and destiny and hope exist;
taking us beyond this present now
as the dream recon...
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Categories:
reconstructs, dream,
Form: Rhyme
Undercover
...People ask why? Why do you express?,
Why do you wear your heart on your chest?,
Why do you even bother to explain?,
When people already know, don't you think it's a waste?,
Yet, I have always bel...
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Categories:
reconstructs, creation, freedom, giving, love,
Form: Light Verse
We Have Been Here Before
...Though years slip by through time
if you live long enough and rewind;
you get to see that history
is ever a repetitive cyclic mystery.
Refugees and immigrants raped
always seeking som...
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Categories:
reconstructs, faith, history, humanity, life,
Form: Rhyme
True Art
...a painting resonates our own life dreams
this born out of a crazy time of teens
a sculpture reconstructs a deep fervor
all grown from a sensory observer
a song evokes a longing a passion
e...
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Categories:
reconstructs, art,
Form: Sonnet
Colors
...Colors
Here they are, in no particular order
follow no protocol of precedence
the colorful patterns of the mindscape
the planes of its sensitivity, the
triangles of its premises, the
circl...
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Categories:
reconstructs, color,
Form: Sonnet
Hell of a Year
...January freezes my blood
Crack the ice and split my skin
February bloodies my romance
Let go and watch the rose pedals spin
March colors my envy
I never discovered a four leaf clover
April dre...
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Categories:
reconstructs, depression
Form: Rhyme