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To honor Lawrence Ferlinghetti on his 96th birthday, I send along this poem about poems.
i
I’ve never written a poem
that said what I meant
one means as much as shrapnel
one means as little as ink
ii
I wish I had wisdom
instead I have lines
silent as a blackboard in summer
loud as a siren heading this way
iii
I’ve never known a poem
to stay where I left it
a prisoner climbing a fence
a landing light in the sky
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copyright 2015 John Samuel Tieman
What a beautiful poem, I love the contrast of images, through it’s images it shows what sometimes cannot be explained/goes beyond words. Such as,
” I wish I had wisdom
instead I have lines
silent as a blackboard in summer
loud as a siren heading this way”
POWERFUL!
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I’ve just forwarded this to friends. A good way to start the day. Thanks.
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