by MichaelM | May 15, 2005 | Poetry
A Place No One Remembers Now Sometimes the moments return Drawn by word or thought or song Or even by a smell And today by a mote in a sunbeam Then memories flood Some grab the throat and then the heart As moments come alive Bringing a smile at times Squeezing...
by MichaelM | Jul 17, 1999 | Poetry
A Penguin Looks At Fifty I’ve heard it all my life “I can’t believe that happened Twenty years ago” Or thirty Or now, for heavens sake, Forty years ago “It seems like just yesterday.” Fifty years old. I say the words and know they...
by MichaelM | Mar 9, 1989 | Poetry
7TH FLOOR Cancer ward Would never be used By anyone on this floor Archaic term for death In horrifying forms The 7th floor Looks like all the others Tastefully decorated in tranquil shades Of subdued colors And medicinal smells It looks like all the others But is not...
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