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Posts By: Rachel Taube

The Contrast

 With pen in hand, I shall contrast, 
The present moments with the past
And mark difference, not by grains, 
But weighed by feelings, joys and pains. 
Calm, tranquil—far from fashion’s gaze, 
Passed all my earliest, happy days 
Sweetly flew the golden hours, 
In St. Mary’s woodland bowers 
Or my father’s simple hall, 
Oped to whomsoe’er might call

Visionary Sonzal

Keen eyes read the top row, staring straight ahead until the words unfocus.
G, then something, then D . . . If only that middle letter were in focus!

On this eye chart, every focal point is a vanishing point.
Desire dilates pupils. We can’t keep the world in focus.

Unsonnet

When color comes back to the world,
leaving gets near. By the roadside, auburn
and cream cows chew spangled green.
Creeks steam. A lone bull’s horns gore

Solitary Sonzal

Whose voice was that, here, where I lie alone? 
Look at you, said Eros. Scared, shy, alone.  

I dreamt my dreaming of you 
Brought us together. 

I love you as only dust can love you.

Sonnet after Watching Blue Planet II

Better than therapy is the spectacle of rejection in the deep.
I am no longer Abandoned Wife. I am free citizen of Planet Spectacular
whose mate followed a whim not based in my failing or his
but in a primal scent. Never mind, husband. I am now in love with cuttlefish,