Tuesday Triumvirate
Love’s Goodbye
Those who ask
no questions
offer the greatest
comfort
Those who speak
inscriptive
tell the biggest
lies
Those who pledge
no fealty
to themselves
dishonor
Those who bear
no greetings
doomed to love’s
— goodbye
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Misfortune Contrives
It’s in fashion
to wear
your heart
on your sleeve
A French poet
alarmed
that love may
deceive
Bleeding a wound
that
misfortune
contrives
Alone
in deception
your love
— circumcised
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Epiphany Of Time
Once
you wrap
all existence
into this moment
You will
understand the
difference between life
— and its living
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
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Blends personal heartbreak with abstract philosophical meditation on love, time, existence.
Dense aphoristic statements; multiple philosophical claims compressed into brief lines.
Predominantly melancholic and sorrowful; themes of deception, misfortune, goodbye dominate.
Restless, agitated tone with sharp declaratives and fragmented pacing; emotionally turbulent.
Three short stanzas totaling approximately 12-14 lines; brief lyric poem.
Metaphor, personification, allusion present; 'wound,' 'sleeve,' symbolic imagery throughout.
Pure lyric internal voice; speaker's direct emotional meditation, no narrative or dramatic persona.
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