A few years back, I fell in with a cohort of poets who challenged each other to write Haikus on our topic of the day. While others found this highly restrictive form of poetry helped open and expand their creativity, for me the required discipline …
Read MoreDarkness in Our Distance
Poem by R. M. Dolin, December 21, 2024 My greatest fear is letting you have my heart to break. A part of me believes love only exists when two people agree not to fall in love. The rest of me wonders why we’re so damn …
Read MoreSubtlety of Sunday
Poem by R.M. Dolin, December 14, 2024 The subtlety of Sunday lays in the sudden way the carelessness of life we so conspicuously consume cascades in consequences no longer able to be ignored. That’s how we’re wired, I see in you the reflection I want …
Read MoreWhen We Meet
Poem by R.M. Dolin, December 3, 2024 There’s a freedom in late at night writing knowing you won’t respond. My unedited thoughts flow through tomorrow as I wait for the plane taking me to you that’s once more been delayed. Your straight-line smile as I …
Read MoreSilhouetted Sadness
Poem by R.M. Dolin, September 12, 2024 Do not mistake my silence for surrender when it is my one defense. Don’t misread my need for Mediterranean wind to mediate my motorcycle as it weaves along the Italian coast in avenues of escape masquerading as adventure. …
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Poem by R.M. Dolin, August 25, 2024 Not seeing things for what they are has always been my Waterloo. Just as keeping my heart from hearing the wisdom of wind, from feeling the abject coldness she carries, causes me to disregard her lessons on being …
Read MoreRestlessness of Water
Poem by R.M. Dolin, August 2, 2024 Restlessness of water, like sun racing toward distant horizons, makes no claim on being kind. Nothing burns brighter than a smile or extinguishes with greater sadness, which is why I dare not look deeply in your eyes. Truth …
Read MoreFriends with Fate
Poem by R. M Dolin, July 26, 2024 When fate comes looking, she finds you, all that remains is ascertaining if she’s friend or foe. Red goes north in search of oil, a gentle whisper on wind sheltering little mercy if any at all. After …
Read MoreLies We Tell Ourselves
R.M. Dolin, July 2024 A part of me loves my life unconditionally, even while wanting more.Part of me lives in hell yet finds bizarre comfort there.A part of me willing trades“this” for “that,” without knowing “that.”A part of me knows I lie to myself.Part of …
Read MoreIs Love Possible
R.M. Dolin, July 6, 2024 I made madeleines this morning,making me think of the magical way you incorporate citroninto your many wonderful dishes.These memories I cherish even more than the sweetsucculence of fresh French pastriesthat have long lost their splendorin the absence of you.What a …
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