Saturday Muse
Still Foreign
No matter
how much love
is present
My feelings
truant reign
The ghost
inside me
will not leave
Inducing
love’s disdain
All joy
a vagrant
along the tracks
where distance
holds me sway
And love
still foreign
wherein I roam
and where
— I’m doomed to stay
(The New Room: February, 2026)
Blowback
Judge
lest thee
be judged
Harm
lest thee
be harmed
Steal
lest thee
be robbed
Kill
lest thee
— be dead
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Somewhere In The Queue
We’re all going
to die
Only the order
— stays undetermined
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Above & Beyond
Fire cannot
burn
Nor water
drown
The truth
at its essence
Immortal
— resounds
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Owning The Moment
Pain on the front side
healing out back
Earning each scar
that my memory attacks
Writing uncensored
no words in arrears
Owning the moment
— unburdened by fear
(The New Room: February, 2026)
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Mix of personal emotional states with philosophical abstractions about love, mortality, truth.
Five distinct poems packed with concentrated ideas; dense meditation across multiple frames.
Melancholic resignation dominates; some uplift in final poem about ownership and freedom.
Declarative intensity tempered by meditative pacing; em-dashes create pauses; rhythmic but restrained.
Five short poems totaling approximately 25 lines; falls within 16-30 line range.
Strong metaphors (ghost, vagrant, fire/water); personification (love's disdain); minimal ornamentation otherwise.
Pure lyric internal voice throughout; no dramatic persona or narrative distance established.
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