Brachylogy*

doors-1767563_1280

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.

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Brachylogy*

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s