“Thank you. The poem creates its own identity”

Vandal Poem of the Day: October 28, 2019

 by John Beer
 
Thank you. The poem creates its own identity.
It stood beside you for two hundred years.
It never left the imperial fringes,
Except in passages stained by a single tear.
The other night, I dreamed an architect
Recited lively words, punctuated by kisses,
While I repaired the thing you might have saved.
Yes, I embraced that obscure faith. I swerved
And you, my lonely reader, followed me.
Dualities of love as cold as armor.
“I see a street, and over it the rose”:
I can’t believe the things I’ve heard you say,
Or wouldn’t, but for the notes I stashed away.
On to the next stage. I swear I won’t repeat—
from LucindaFind more by  John Beer at the library
Copyright © 2016 John Beer

Used with the permission of Canarium Books.

Published in John Beer Poems

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