Tag Archives: Verbs

A Spring’s Walk

A Spring’s Walkby Michael DoyleSomeone once said something like a homilyThat the worst misfortune is to have been happy.To have lost this feeling becomes its own misery,Born in our life as it’s tragic inequality.Once felt, the search begins for a … Continue reading

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In A Hermitage of Petrified Words

In A Hermitage of Petrified Wordsby Michael DoyleLike a forest well petrifiedBy minerals filling in for lifeA poet thinks in his hermitageDreaming about things to study onThere’s an abandonment of conjunctionWhen like Chomsky, language ceases to functionWe drift like lyrics … Continue reading

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