Language of comfort

I can’t speak the language of comfort. I’ve tried many times to learn, but the diction escapes, the grammar eludes, form and structure seem nothing more than elaborate myths, and style seemingly non-existent. She came crying to me, her grief-stricken heart melting away into unceasing tears and all I could do was embrace [...]

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The perfect lyrical set

So many songs to sing
in search of the perfect lyrical set
they know what you did
they know how you feel
So spin with their yarns
Dance with their fanciful tales
of broken hearts and scattered dreams
Find your tragedy in the beaded pearls
strewn for all to pick
In our search for the perfect lyrical set.

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Sadness in spring

Sadness in spring is
nostalgia
creeping into stained porcelain
and broken teacups struggling to contain
the ambivalence of a
forgotten memory

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Grave mistakes

Write me a poem that doesn’t rhyme
and fits no identifiable form
tell the verses to simply glide
off your tongue
and onto the paper
the crumpled tissue in your coat pocket
or the hands you raise in prayer, work too
not the palms though, the back
of your hand
follow the protruding veins
they all lead back to the heart
But I also want you [...]

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