Norms

It’s easier by far when one conforms.
Each acquiescent sponge receives a kiss
For some vague notion of an equal bliss,
Though bliss has never found a home in norms.
 
The arms of norms are open to us all,
Seducing many by their wide appeal.
You only have to put aside the real,
Forget that each must stand alone or fall.
 
 
 
 
 
 




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Sally Cook is both painter and poet. Whether writ­ing or paint­ing, she keeps a sharp eye out for the psy­cho­log­i­cal por­trait. Her essays and poetry have been pub­lished in jour­nals such as The Chimera, Chron­i­cles, Con­tem­po­rary Son­net, Iambs & Trochees, Pivot, and The For­mal­ist Por­tal. Look for her in the next issue of Light Quar­terly. Cook’s review “Rhyming The Right”, of William Baer’s anthol­ogy “The Con­ser­v­a­tive Poets”, may be seen both in the cur­rent issue of The Uni­ver­sity Book­man and on its website.