Writing, for you --is a river a revelation a sleepless constant gift-- so out-to-see in a flimsy boat you built by mathematic rote and laced with ivy to hold together ******* boards of crazy with the ease of breathing Your giant storehouse wealth-of-words Your granary of data the grist of Music You imagine wine from mind almost without limits You command it all! Dancing in the grapes of moonlight with tides of words Their endless-- almost blind come-ons and gone in waves!
(my sullen heart).... still stays
I am digging here in a low spot seeking water with robins and a sparrow in the puddles Awaiting rain Flipping-off the muddy shallows with our wings I suppose their songs will count for something Tasting happenstance of bugs in flight maybe catch a firefly or two at the edge of day Tearing half a worm from weeds...the brown of drying grass near the small lagoon collecting 'neath my car Hiding in an afternoon too warm for flight resorting to a place of shade to smell the fresh-mown sweet grass
Riding with my training-wheels in the parade Like a fool between those bikers' “Hogs” Turning down my street by mistake laughing at the dead-end of it all
Pulling poetry out my *** _
This was not meant to make fun of you. I so admire your writing (you know who). I appreciate all you do for us, poets here. It was only meant to contrast all our differences, and point out that anything can be a poem, given a moment of insight and time. This one took a morning into afternoon.
Items for a high school test:
1. Compare and contrast the two poets in this.
2. Find and explain two allusions/metonymies in this piece.