Poems from JosephMk
The bitter chill of a cold spring in 1453,
A city old and angular juts out into the sea.
The waters grey and narrow, flow calmly thought...
My passport says “American”,
I grew up in Ukraine,
No single culture in my head,
The upper hand did gain.
I have my own third culture,
I...
To fight the long defeat,
Is there a nobler cause?
To stay and stand for what is right,
And die before your walls.
The hero of the last...
With this, my poetic debut,
I can’t hope to impress you.
Perhaps in some time,
A deep, profound rhyme,
May issue from my pen,
But until...