Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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In a Mirror Dimly

I was afraid sometimes of a tree whose branches overshadowed me; through the filtering of the leaves came the sunlight casting praise and shame on my uplifted face.   Now years later my shadow lies across him in his hospital bed and I barely hear it said in a whisper of his breath as I lean down close to those lips turning blue: “I was afraid sometimes.”     William […]

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Welcome to our special edition posting, “Doing Lines.”  For this theme we were looking for one-liner poetry: powerful, humorous, or interesting ideas conveyed with few words. As previously promised in our guidelines, our favorite line appears at the top of the bunch.  We chose Brenda J. Gannam’s line because it was the one that socked us in the gut the hardest, and because we could see an entire story unfolding […]

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