By Carolyn Martin

A rose is.
Nothing else need apply.

We never cease.
Eternity lasts a long time.

Confirm: some things
are better left.

Wildness wants out
but laws hold it in.

Once hope dies,
illusions disappear.

Ignore unpredictables.
Love to do what’s now.

After great pain,
small cuts hurt most.

Love is many-splendored
until it isn’t.

My God, what waste!
Space needs filling up.

* Conciseness of expression

Carolyn Martin’s fourth poetry collection, A Penchant for Masquerades, is scheduled for a 2019 release from Unsolicited Press. She is currently the poetry editor of Kosmos Quarterly.

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