Phases

The armour of griefShields hearts from overburden; But, donned for too long,Becomes what he sought to thwart:Deprivation of belov’d. Three olives, dirty,Vermouth merely opened near:Just how she liked it.Absence won’t prevent our toast –The soil delivers her drink. Darkness once scared meBased on what I couldn’t see.Yet now I’m seekingWhat nothingness slowly takes;Death’s embrace: treasuresContinue reading “Phases”

Poems & Poetry

The nature of beauty and its reality as something ‘objective’ or ‘real’ has, as far as I can tell, been utterly corroded in recent centuries. As someone who loves poetry, I have found that many people resist my preference for formalized poetry and my tendency toward lofty themes. When I argue that poetry should helpContinue reading “Poems & Poetry”