Michael Timothy Rose Poems

Here we begin again,
And our mothers’ hands are over our faces,
And the grass is grazing the sultry tips of my infantile toes,
Nibbling
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Changes
are common anthelia.

Opposite the sun,
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I want to beatify your
Unusual solarium soul.
Play soft, mellow music
That caresses words that,
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“Vitalized”

This spring of healing elixir.
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I hate the way
That I’m imprinted,

Different; the way that-
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I am lost
in absolute chaos.

My brain waves
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Old love you are
The transient veil and amnion
Which connects me to these
Far away visions of myself
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Wise words
Of Sophocles
Still simmer on my tongue
As though my eyes had spoke them aloud.
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The white and black spruce
That edge so well
In sharp melodies of contrast.
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