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.
- 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.