Hope trumped last…
a prisoner of death
A final capitulation
—devil’s ransom beset
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
No Favors
We do no favors,
labeling genius
We do no favors,
channeling the light
We do no favors,
defining perfection
We do no favors
—questioning delight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Divided And Split
Do you have to do something
you loathe or then hate
To finance the thing
that you love
Do you plod to a tune
out of step and off key
To dance freely with
that from above
Do the moments you steal
and those stolen from you
Stand opposed or conjoined
at the hip
Are those times rare and precious
to freely aspire
Worth a life lived divided
—and split
(Train from White River Junction: March, 2016)
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I don't know how you do it. It's a mystery, yet somehow it makes sense.
All three are great, Kurt.
Best regards.
Thanks again, Nicholas. I'm 'final proofing' my next book (An Anthology Of Perception Vol #3)
and these poems are from that book. Volumes 1 & 2 were published in 2013.
Kurt
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