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JOURNAL # 37
depth is
but
a glorious garden
for only
the truest poet's hearts
to make love in
so we spread
our numerous page blankets
generously out
on the rough ground
protecting our carefully
laid out banquet
so not to attract any ants
of mere mediocrity
once such picnic of our
poetic parade begins
the sunshine in our words
dismisses the clouds
and calls that beautiful baby blue
back for an encore of
unforgettable summer
sitting with you
my head languishing in your
cheerful lap
the smell of food, flowers and
freshly mowed grass
whispers to my senses
autumn is ancient eons
away from this moment
I share with you
if nothing else
may you remember me
eternally
amid all the beauty
we once gathered together
suffused as we were
in poetry.......................
(Feb. 27, 2010 143am)
Wow! Two timeless classics in a row, on the same day from the same poet. This one reminds me of what Ezra Pound said about T. S. Eliot's poem, The Waste Land, when it was published: "About enough to make the rest of us close up shop." This poem is one of the great summaries of the function of poetry, and of poets, that I have ever read.
Starward
you are too kind............
but thank you for believing so.......M.