‘Foam’: A Poem by Josh Mitteldorf
Foam We come into this world awash in tears, Mourning our incipient separation— Too soon we age and leave ...
Foam We come into this world awash in tears, Mourning our incipient separation— Too soon we age and leave ...
Deliverance Upon the bank, this waters wave, _And beckon you, "Come wade." You step into the chilly stream _And ...
The Passing Place me not in a bed at my dying; _I'd rather a bench by the sea Or a ...
Allegrezza In the harbor, the masts tilt left and right like metronomes conducting waltzes made of wind and wave, ...
A Poet at the Tower Ah, what a perfect, golden, autumn day. The headsman’s brought the bearded ax, I ...
Remains No-one saw them tumble empty down the fathoms, somersaulting gently on their way, at random caught and wafted ...
The beauty of this verse does not obscure the message. Thanks CB.
Yael, such amazing comments. Thank you.
Thank you, Paul, for your kind words.
Wow, I really love this one, K.J.! Somehow, autumn seems to evoke the word "again", more than the other seasons…
This is a lovely poem which deserves to be printed out, framed, and displayed prominently somewhere people can benefit from…
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