Joseph Tomasic

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Did Robert Frost Despair for His Soul? https://t.co/WqlTmomjIH
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@RealisticPoetry Pieta.

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@RobertAllenPoet Happy trails, safe travels. Have a serendipitous adventure. 😉

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@RealisticPoetry "...make dreams come true."

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@RealisticPoetry Home.

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@RobertAllenPoet Yah, they glower at me too, whenever pass them on my bookshelves.😉

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Jane Hirshfield
Autumn

Again the wind
flakes gold-leaf from the trees
and the painting darkens—
as if a thousand penitents
kissed an icon
till it thinned
back to bare wood,
without diminishment.

Paris Review: From issue no. 109 (Winter 1988)
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@RealisticPoetry Fecundity.

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@RealisticPoetry Hopeful poems that end up in heartbreak. 😉

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DOWNY WHITE ASSASSIN

With the sun at your back
you stealthily stalk your prey
dark clad Ninjas may rule the night
but with a serpent like lightning strike
your sharp billed blade commands the day
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BEFORE YOU GO

If you should ever leave me
please, let it be in autumn
for these are the months
broken hearts are in season
when a dispassionate wind
detatches leaves from tree limbs
and tears previously summoned
are primed and ready to fall
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@RealisticPoetry Black and blue, with a dash of sulfur.

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@RealisticPoetry If you should leave me
let it be in autumn

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@jmasseypoet Nice digs for a desert father. 😉

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@RobertAllenPoet The process goes on unconsciously. When it's ready you will know.