by a candle
coins for the old art
where he studied-
who comes under man
where he studied-
who comes under man
her father’s fatal bronzes
loosing little
at the sirens random romance
the sand-harvest
school notes lost
a lullaby for myth
the first were done
still exhausted
with cunning contempt
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*erasure from a 1905 arts magazine
Beautiful 🙂
Just because
and just because.
Beautiful.
I almost always love your poems, Dustin, even when I have no idea what you’re driving at. This is one of those times.
Like the way this is positioned.
Ashberry-like in perspective
This one lights a light
then blows it out
I gotta rip off Kevin again and say I agree whole heartedly. First stanza makes me think of Charon, second of Odysseus maybe?, and then I have no clue but I enjoy it
Nice journey!