Winter Separation Poems

Our Castilian castle,
an Iberian stronghold 
affixed onto clay shores
destined to be capsized
by tragedy’s
tidal waves

Our steeple’s lips grazed 
the crystalline expanse, 
before turquoise shards, 
released from...

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Find beauty
in winter as in summer.
Seek the teachings
In all circumstances.
 
In sickness and in health,
Yeah, like those wedding vows.
There is no judgment
in true unconditional love.

Acceptance...

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I lay claim.
To the spaces between your
breaths that hang suspended like
dust in summer glare.

I lay claim.
To the corners ignored, in which 
your shadow glides beyond...

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In Autumn they met 
In Spring they segregate 
In Winter they were warm
In Summer they were cold dead...

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You follow me, I follow you,
This is just not simple curiosity.

You can’t talk with me, I too keep away,
This is no compulsion, but our sincerity.

I...

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This is reverse poetry. A category that really should be in the Poetry Soup list of forms as it is increasingly used to significant effect....

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Hearthside: an Imagined Sequel to "When You Are Old"
by Michael R. Burch

“When you are old and grey and full of sleep...” ? W. B. Yeats

For...

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Roses for a Lover, Idealized
by Michael R. Burch

When you have become to me
as roses bloom, in memory,
exquisite, each sharp thorn forgot,
will I recall?yours made me...

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Winter
by Michael R. Burch
 
The rose of love's bright promise
lies torn by her own thorn;
her scent was sweet
but at her feet
the pallid aphids mourn.
 
The...

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Epitaph for a Palestinian Child
by Michael R. Burch

I lived as best I could, and then I died.
Be careful where you step: the grave is wide.



Autumn...

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Besieged
by Michael R. Burch

Life—the disintegration of the flesh
before the fitful elevation of the soul
upon improbable wings?

Life—it is all we know,
the travail one bright season brings...

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Snapshots
by Michael R. Burch

Here I scrawl extravagant rainbows.
And there you go, skipping your way to school.
And here we are, drifting apart
like untethered balloons.

Here I am,...

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When you have become to me
as roses bloom, in memory,
exquisite, each sharp thorn forgot,
will I recall—yours made me bleed?

When winter makes me think of you—
whorls...

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Curling lips, a frown gives birth
and then the eyes, so full of life
brim up with tears and vessels red
The cheeks are pink, no words are...

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