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Aground

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Young love: What goes up, must come down.

Like a rusted bronze October sheaf,
In spiral to the earth beneath,
From our nimble limb we twirl,
Leaflets on a windblown trail —
And soon aground, both are we.

Blank Palette

Life loses all color when a relationship ends. I wanted the reader to be able to smell the oil paints as they were reading this.

No mauve, no puce,
No primrose hue,
No violet-red,
Or spot of blue.

No peach, no sky,
No orange dapple,
No van dyke brown,
By green of apple.

No pink, no teal,
No champagne blush,
No emerald streak,
On flame-tipped brush.

No rust, no chrome,
No burnt sienna,
No black, no gold,
In gob-like manner.

No taupe, no snow,
No two-tone thistle,
No turquoise stain,
‘Midst amber bristle.

No brass, no wine,
No navy glaze,
No scarlet daub,
Like liquid clay.

No jade, no beige,
No deep sea pearl,
No fuchsia tint,
Nigh melon swirl.

No slate, no gray,
No ivory swab,
No lilac shade,
Without your love.

empty

I wanted to create a feeling of human despair through a series of images of everyday objects. Used all lowercase to help with the mood.

empty,
like a tin can dented,
by the side of the road.

empty,
like a barren, cold
pipe and stove.

empty,
like a roadside clerk’s
dusty till.

empty,
like a gaping hole,
crying for fill.

empty,
like an abandoned old,
steel mill town.

empty,
like the moment after
you let me down.

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First Semester Freshman

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The first time away from a lover can be trying. One remedy: Think about anything else.

A new angle on Pythagoras?
In its web I’d gladly get lost;
Five pages on Frost, perhaps?
The subject matter matters not;
Study maps of Ancient Greece?
A topographical relief;
Translate verbs in foreign tongue?
I shall attaque every one;
Organic lab analysis?
In the details lies a trace of bliss;
An overdue art assignment?
With deft hand I’d underline it;
Computer skills need some practice?
I long for peace in its distraction;
An anthropology retreat?
Into the project I’d dig deep;
Conduct a basic Q&A?
To find the words might take all day;
A sociology review?
The entire course I’d redo,
‘Cause then I won’t be missing you.

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Slight Depression

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It’s a drag rolling over in bed to find nothing instead of something. Real happy with the imagery and wordplays here.

[When my love beside I cannot shake,
Horizontal’s the lie I fabricate.]

Each morning as you depart,
Our sleepy feather bed,
A slight depression always sets,
In the down,
And in my head.
So into your body,
My pillows I reshape,
To cushion the sorrow,
To fill the hollow,
Your absence doth embed.

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