Freedom, As It's Supposed To Be
~After humanity
We must be ourselves if we're to be free. We love those who yearn for the impossible.
We love those who believe the impossible Because it is etched in our existence.
Etched in our breath is the risk we take To audition our human condition.
It's our reason for laughing and crying. It's our reason for living and dying.
Laughing and crying, living and dying-- Life learns the syntax of loves lost and found.
Life savors the semantics of our stride Down here on the ground of the merry-go-round.
Down here on the ground of the merry-go-round Because we're anomalies, we are free.
Thanks Samantha Lazar for rousing my curiosity about the Duplex — which is a hybrid of the sonnet, the ghazal, and the blues — invented by the amazingly talented Jericho Brown. I’d previously read his book, The New Testament, and a few months back acquired his latest work, The Tradition, though I just actually began reading it about a two weeks ago. Though I prefer free verse and syllabic forms like Fibonacci poems, haikus, and tankas, and am not necessarily a huge fan of certain traditional forms such as sonnets and sestinas, I must admit that I had a lot of fun trying my hand at this one and believe it worked itself out well. It’s definitely one I will return to in the future.
2021 MDSHall, in association with the Writes of Passage, “forged on the wordwrights’ anvil,” and the Muse Echo Collective, Purveyors of the Poet Tree of Discoursing Drums beating by any dreams necessary.






