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Another revamp of an old poem. Eliminated about three stanzas and added some rhymes.

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Death in the Long Grass
After Emily Dickinson

My father’s favorite book –
hardback edition –
the crisp pages a sandy sort of color.

The green perched stems of grass rise on the cover
and subtly morph into roasted, yellow death.
A lion – steady,
just off center – is hidden by the stems.
The ...

This is a little deposit of short poems. Most of these are completely cut down versions of older poems. I find this editing style works nicely for me.

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A Man


Someone lives near the edge –
(a man who runs about the clouds)
leaps off the ledge in graceful bounds.

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Death


Death is the cold room
where shades are drawn
and ...

A few years ago I posted the original few drafts of this poem. Now I have edited it a ton and am wondering how it sounds. I decided to take the original form and add rhymes to it. I don't know if abbaab is a form, so if anyone knows, let me know! Thoughts are welcome, thanks!

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Because
(After Yannis Ritsos)


Because the line of Chevy’s smoking Marlboros in the cold street.
Because of snow angles flapping in ...