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.
Can a country be under a curse,
A few words of malignant verse
Chanted inside a racing hearse?
To hell with superstition!
No man, crowd, or institution
Has turned our nation sour.
The Mind has forgotten the hour
Can grow late
Growing hate,
Like an ocean filling with plastic,
Leaving life crippled and spastic.
The curse is proliferating thought
That the future can be bought
And as quickly taken away —
Only the loudest given a say.
Will the worst curse have its day?
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