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A poem from AS WELL AS CAN BE EXPECTED: Selected poems, including Things need not be this way, by Richard L. Rose

THINGS NEED NOT BE THIS WAY

Processionals for Voice
BY
RICHARD L. ROSE

1
Here’s a poem with history,
as epics have been called,
not elevated but constrained.
The cavalry’s milled down like flax,
and fallen horses shriek
all night…

A poem from AS WELL AS CAN BE EXPECTED: Selected poems, including Things need not be this way, by Richard L. Rose

Recalculations

1
There came to greet us in the morning
a bright ship like the moon.
Now we are underway a year,
an hour, a lifetime, or a day.
Who runs before us, strides
the…

A heads-up: Unlike the poems posted so far, the last two poems in the book are long. Tomorrow’s poem has 8 stanzas; the last poem has 33 stanzas. I will not post them a stanza at a time. They are the main poems of the book and deserve their bones…

A poem from AS WELL AS CAN BE EXPECTED: Selected poems, including Things need not be this way, by Richard L. Rose

A prelate in his black and white

A prelate in his black and white
and rufous-sided stole,
the towhee comes late afternoon

to minister to greedy eyes.
Three dips and he’s off.
Perfunctory surprise dispensed,

A poem from AS WELL AS CAN BE EXPECTED: Selected poems, including Things need not be this way, by Richard L. Rose

Planning an Iranian War

Nothing about this seems true
though headlines declare.
None who knows seems to care
when accidents are contrived.
None but the hopeless arrive,
bringing nothing to do —
all pumped with purpose and pomp,
all proud of their glittering gear
to engage distraction and fear.
None enters the cauldron —
the cyclone — of war
without planning to act without warning.

Here’s the deal (Yes, there’s a deal — although no coins or bitcoins are involved): If you are reading these poems, we are communicating and maybe even communing. Except I don’t know about it as long as you keep your peace. Please make a response, even if it’s only “Duly noted.”

Richard Rose

See my blogsite at Frameshifts.com, my book Coming Around on Amazon, and“Palliative Care,” at https://medium.com/@frameshifts/palliative-care-56141d44cfc3.

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