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O Lover
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NEW STUFF Poems 2020 O Lover,
how can you run
past the rhymes that slip through the creases
in your palms only to
etch them into my memory?
Yesterday
time sank fangs into my ankle, left tattoos
like heartbreak. You touched my face
and I stepped back,
out of reach.
By your adroit use of
By your adroit use of metaphor, you press so much meaning into such few lines. Old Homer needed long, extended similes to make his point; but you get so much more effect out of a much shorter poem.
J-Called