Short Monogrammed Poems

Grandmother's linen
Brief look into bygone day
Antique memories
Soft monogrammed sheets with lace
Carefully laundered....

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your monogrammed towel
still hangs on the bathroom rack
missing your strong hands 
     now dry as an old stamp pad
     it no longer weeps your loss...

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Devoted,
he cherishes
his sweet,
young Anna Sprowls.
She refuses to
say yes and
Smith is
despondent,
churning
deep down in
his bowels.
Backed in a corner,
she at last finally
howls:
monogrammed towels!


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Yalto form by Edward Ibeh
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables...

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I’m actually tired of being myself…
can I be you for awhile

I hide from the mirror and monogrammed lies,
as I run from an image defiled

I thought I was safe and had made my escape,
when memory reminded again

“You can run, you can hide, your indenture unkeyed 
—the chains locked secure in your head”

(The New Room: January, 2021)...

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© 2012 (Jim Sularz)

A stitch, a knot, a sudden tear,
some missing counts along the folds. 
Her cloth was sewn in Life's fine linen, 
and bordered, in marygolds.

Still monogrammed, but mostly worn,
in bold initials, RHS. 
With mauve tear-dropped appliqués, 
in the center, two silhouettes. 

For naked she came and naked she left,
her embroidered life was sewn untold. 
In pink chenille and diamond eyelets, 
with resplendent marygolds!...

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