for Drumhound,
whose poems make me weep in the early morn.
Which drop in the salt sea can say
I am better, I am the best,
only the visceral,
vis-a-real,
truth from the vision.
This drop we cherish,
this drop is serious,
this drop, we keep.
No man is a poet
to his wife and child.
First Foremost,
he is just theirs,
Then the world can have him
as just a poet,
after they are done,
loving him for his totality.
Drumhound has no definition in the dictionary.
So I wrote this, my own, my visceral, my virtual one,
my vision real and realized,
his word vise on me, surreal.
Plain among poets,
a salt sea drop I keep.
Once anything is defined, it exists forever.
like a single scraggly blade of grass
of a poem I once memorized,
about a child I did not know,
but know so well,
a human-memory survives perennial,
once defined, forever lives.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
for Drumhound,
whose poems make me weep in the early morn.
Which drop in the salt sea can say
I am better, I am the best,
only the visceral,
vis-a-real,
truth from the vision.
This drop we cherish,
this drop is serious,
this drop, we keep.
No man is a poet
to his wife and child.
First Foremost,
he is just theirs,
Then the world can have him
as just a poet,
after they are done,
loving him for his totality.
Drumhound has no definition in the dictionary.
So I wrote this, my own, my visceral, my virtual one,
my vision real and realized,
his word vise on me, surreal.
Plain among poets,
a salt sea drop I keep.
Once anything is defined, it exists forever.
like a single scraggly blade of grass
of a poem I once memorized,
about a child I did not know,
but know so well,
a human-memory survives perennial,
once defined, forever lives.
Jan. 12, 2014
See these, then understand...
read http://hellopoetry.com/poem/when-ter/
read http://hellopoetry.com/poem/treboth/
once in a while, I am satisfied proud of a poem I have authored.
Not just for Drumhound, but for so many other dear ones.
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