Tag: Poems by Adam Donaldson Powell
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Breathless … in love.
BREATHLESS. In the guises of feminism and masculinity, we paced and stalked definition with the cunning of a mother lion: ’round and ’round, closer and closer, until our precarious showdown brought us face-to-face with insecurity and dream. As the war-drum heartbeats of a million Amazons prepared to vanquish my masculinity at its first indiscretion, I…
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Devil in my mirror.
MIRROR OF DARKNESS. Quite enraptured by my own image in a Mirror of Darkness, I abandon both reflection and shadow for a glimpse of the Unknown. The night offers no refraction other than the glint of an inner eye: Yea, the paradox of Blindness is revealed through discovery of Self alone. The Devil Beware. The…
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While we wait …
WHILE WE WAIT … Patiently — we endure, desperate to believe in God, justice and humanity. Repeatedly — we suffer from our own ignorance and immobility. Admirably — we martyr ourselves, tranquilizing pain with saintliness and esteem. Inevitably — we avenge, using the very tactics of our aggressors. Ultimately — we are shunned by all…
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