The sonnet sequence, "My Human Disguise," of 600 ekphrastic poems, was begun February 2011 and completed January 15, 2022. It can be found beginning with the January 20, 2022 post and working backwards. Going forward are 20 poems called "Terzata," beginning on January 27, 2022. Thirty more Terzata can be found among the links on the right. A new series of dramatic monologues follows on the blog roll, followed by a series of formal poems, each based on a single word.
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Thursday, July 28, 2016
Dream Storage Tank (Michael Antman), Sonnet #308
You feel layers of life of centuries On Chicago streets, ubiquitous brick Portraits and both mouthed and shouted stories Of, not the dead, but spirits, pressed thick Into the interstices of the air. We know they are millions, huddling there, So well hidden it's difficult to care.
How often tuck-pointed, the old brownstone, Arched windows flattened by a glazier, An old storage tank topped with a tin cone. The lives within could not be hazier. A haloed sweetheart with her mural grin, Absolves spirit and flesh of painted sin. The unseen millions breathe, breathe out, breathe in.
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