Poetry: Selections from Tohm Bakelas



2/27/2021

in the inky 
night i see 
small things of matter—
 
stars overhead,
lives moving forward—
 
i write poetry in the cold 
library parking lot,
 
the lights are bright. 



recurring spring poem

the rhododendron bush
blooms every spring
but it’s another
reminder that
you’re not here



chasing the muse

i’ve lost her,
and the nighttime
sounds are
so lonely
when
you’re not
around.





Tohm Bakelas is a social worker in a psychiatric hospital. He was born in New Jersey, resides there, and will die there. His poems have appeared in numerous journals, zines, and online publications. He has published 12 chapbooks and runs: Between Shadows Press.

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