Triplopia Poems - Poems about Triplopia

...Poems about Things that Break II These are poems about things that break and/or shatter. Water and Gold by Michael R. Burch You came to me as rain breaks on the desert when every ......

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...Sonnets XC-XCVII Artificial Smile by Michael R. Burch I’m waiting for my artificial teeth to stretch belief, to hollow out the cob of zealous righteousness, to grasp life’s stub between cle......

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...The Octopi Jars by Michael R. Burch Long-vacant eyes now lodged in clear glass, a-swim with pale arms as delicate as angels'... you are beyond all hope of salvage now... and yet I would p......

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...Rejection Slips With over 5,700 publications if I count poems that have gone viral, I suppose I shouldn’t complain … but I do have some poems that have never been accepted for publication. Here ar......

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...Distances (II) by Michael R. Burch There is a small cleanness about her, as though she has always just been washed, and there is a dull obedience to convention in her accommodating slenderness......

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...Helen, Troyless by Michael R. Burch "The face that launched a thousand ships..." Helen, bright accompaniment, accouterment of war as sure as all the polished swords of princes groomed to lie......

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...The Peripheries of Love by Michael R. Burch Through waning afternoons we glide the watery peripheries of love. A silence, a quietude falls. Above us—the sagging pavilions of clouds. Below u......

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...The Composition of Shadows by Michael R. Burch “I made it out of a mouthful of air.”—W. B. Yeats We breathe and so we write; the night hums softly its accompaniment. Pale phosphors burn; the......

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...Loose Knit by Michael R. Burch She blesses the needle, fetches fine red stitches, criss-crossing, embroidering dreams in the delicate fabric. And if her hand jerks and twitches in puppet-......

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..."The face that launched a thousand ships ..." Helen, bright accompaniment, accouterment of war as sure as all the polished swords of princes groomed to lie in mausoleums all eternity .......

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...A black ringlet curls to lie at the nape of her neck, glistening with sweat in the evaporate moonlight ... This is what I remember now that I cannot forget. And tonight, if I hav......

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