Poems by Mark

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  • I wonder if an unusual flock of white crowned...
    Were there that day, that fateful day...

  • His heart and her heart
    they pulse ruby rain...

  • Doves (10) 9

    It appears, at least to me
    That child-bearers who have passed from this world...

  • The aching is the from residue
    Of inebriation creeping through...

  • Often on the river embankment I observe the same...
    Gliding, floating solitarily whilst treading and...

  • I wish I had a boat
    For yonder past the bay, on a clear azure painted...

  • Yoyo (8) 9

    Am I alike a yoyo?
    if so - the axle is my heart...

  • Tactility is nearly lost; exploring this wall
    this plain white wall where hangers once pierced...

  • Oh ruler of all worlds
    I plead and pray for another...

  • Hades, I implore you! Cut this zealous string
    so that I may again laugh and sing...

  • Recent months we have seen
    A very different Grandma...

  • A sycamore tree, stands broad and alone upon a...
    spring ochre leaves fall upon lush verdure...