Your poems

So I read on.  Your poems are
Like a parked car, at night, still running
Headlights on.  Reading along the dim flanks
Towards the bright spotlight.  Your words
Heading out across the (page) savanna, elephantine
From helicopters, on a 55inch screen
In darkened living room, luminous!
I watch them, fascinated, as they move
Raucous, 
gregarious,
Your ideas, alive! Moving! The way they interact
Encroach upon some goal, watering hole, trunks
Reaching, drinking
So enthralled was I, blinded
I missed everything I though I came there for
You are such a gift! I knew I shouldn’t 
But I will say this, I caught a glimpse
And upon that my gratitude will forever flower
Your depth is not for me to sound.

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17 thoughts on “Your poems

  1. I agree with Magaly. And the car parked with the motor running and headlights on? I don’t know that I can agree with that but what an excellent image! It sort of reminds me of the first time I read TS Eliot at 11. I can still feel my body thrumming as I read his first words…..Let us go then, you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky….

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