Ezra Pound Manifesto

The passion’s free without pentameter. The word, more than the sum of all its parts. Oppose the cosmic poet’s well-worn phrase. Descriptive hue; green, sunlit energy. Free, open verse: eternity’s white space. The spirit: forlorn faces in a crowd. Imagine death: ghost-blossoms on a bough. photo by Jacqueline Casey

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“The Gift”

How may I give you my unconditional love? Pent-up, it is difficult. Placed in this small box it presses hard and escapes this tsunami in my soul. The Sodoka (a pair of Katauka) is a single poem which may address the same subject from different perspectives.  It consists of 2 to 3 line Katauka, the syllabic pattern…

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“The End of Love”

“The End of Love” That end to our emotions mixed with doubt.That chill is in the air and she’s a thief.Her danse macabre comes with September’s routwhen green things turn and wither with relief. When colors drunk with abnormalitycry out; their bloody cost then tossed to ground.Their voices hushed. Dry, crackled brevity.Plain-parted things, their dust cannot be…

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Originally posted on jacquelinecaseypoetry.com:
“The Meeting” If we should meet another time, my heart when we depart this world and travel far, remember how the looks between us start us to another place among the stars. Our love a pensive gaze; a sparkling shower of light where we embrace the need of each. Like…

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For All The Beautiful, Young Men

“For All the Beautiful, Young Men” I see the courage in their brave-lit eyes as Omaha becomes their shining hour. The camera’s caught the morning’s gray, dull skies. Men wait; committed with the bravest power. The ramp now opens; there’s the glint of morn. There is no turning back; no time to pause. Momentum made…

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The Flowers of the Field

Photo by Priceless Times Photography “The Flowers of the Field” The reach within your baby hands so sweet make father want to hold back ticking time but even you, my child , are forced to meet a different kind of father in this rhyme. He’s called old Time and steals your innocence Allows your golden…

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For Johnny

  (Photo by Jacqueline Casey) “For Johnny” When silver leaves sigh, trembling to the grounda brilliant gold is sprinkled everywhere.Sure, then I hear your laughter mid the soundof steps that shuffle up abandoned stair. When scarlet leaves dance, hesitant to partlay deep in dusty shadows, they intoneand whisper “I have been here where my heartknows…

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The View From My Back Door

The glow of silver trees against blue sky against a deeper royal blue ally as snow now blankets each and every limb with loving care, their mother covers them. The trees so loved by nature’s wintry blast it seems some artist covers to contrast. Her richest blue encircles icy trim with loving care, their mother…

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Remember Us

“Remember Us” Like pictures on a screen in seconds, lost or blips upon a monitor turn long old memories are flown with deadly cost: as quarks may separate eternal song. The picture caught though words may flutter by though hole is in my net and so I sigh. A set of words surround my broken…

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