Poem-a-Day

Poem-a-day

Refrain

Sometimes still
like light I catch
the mermaids’ singing

swimming back to me,
a certain strain on the air.

They sing for the hell of it.
The pure, fresh hell.

Snow on the inconsolable shore.

Somehow still,
half a person later,
I know all the words.

Or would, were there words

to the chorus the mermaids,
who are angels, my sisters, make.

I changed my face

but my face was still there:
neither innocent nor gay
nor heartless.

I lean out, no longer dangerously,
and answer them.

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Jameson Fitzpatrick

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Title	Author	Date
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Love Poem Attempt 3/?	Taylor Byas	02/13/2023
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When I See the Stars in the Night Sky	Joy Priest	02/10/2023

Title

Author

Date

Plácido’s Farewell to His Mother

Gabriel de la Concepción Valdés

02/19/2023