They Hold their Hats in Deference in their Hands

They Hold their Hats in Deference in their Hands

  They Hold their Hats in Deference in their Hands Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Two men are bowing at the crossroads to Each other.  Though already distant they Grow fainter even as they set off...

Insights

                    Insights The pint-sized Jamie held his arms out wide To show how big the peony had spread Those petals.  “Big like this!” he smiled.  He tried Hyperbole the first time.  He had shed Mere factuality for larger truth. Young Yank, he aimed for...

Who Can Know?

               Who Can Know? Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem It seems that God (or gods) goes moving through The dawn invaded by exhaustion in The night.  The hormone tentacles construe The twilight...

Absence Forbidden by Anamnesis

Absence Forbidden by Anamnesis Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Pure absence is unknown—as long as mind Retains the memory, absence is denied. An ancient poet, wandering and blind, Can see that fact. ...

  Epiphany not Abruptness

        Epiphany not Abruptness A mamba crosses paths with you.  A shark Fin heaves to view in nearby waves.  A plague Ramps out across the world.  A winging lark Explodes from cover at your feet.  No vague, Uncertain certainty like fate explains The threat, the...

Prime Poet

              Prime Poet “Again Sarpedon’s bright spear missed, the blade passing over Patroclus’ left shoulder, leaving the man unscathed. But Patroclus hurled his bronze, in turn, and the spear sped from his hand and not in vain, striking Sarpedon where the ribs...

The Poetic Kind of True

     The Poetic Kind of True Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “The stories begin in kinds of truth.  As events recede in time, they grow not smaller but larger in language.  The ancestor who fought...

Ever Newly Old

             Ever Newly Old Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Each time that Homer spoke his epics, they Were new.  His improvising made the old A new creation slightly.  He could play With ready-made...

Epicinian:  Poetry Is a Victory if We Do Not Bastardize It

Epicinian:  Poetry Is a Victory if We Do Not Bastardize It “The continuous efforts of English poets in every generation to rediscover a ‘language really used by men’ would have been incomprehensible to a[n ancient] Greek.’” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 15,...

Homeric Similes

      Homeric Similes “These similes serve to take the reader away from the battlefield for a brief while, into the world of pre-war peace and plenty. Often, they occur at a moment of high action or emotion, especially during a battle. In the words of Peter Jones,...

A Sacred Prize

         A Sacred Prize Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Gods used to care about men’s singing love And poetry.  A victory in song Made up of music and male words above The rest in contests was akin to...

Seldom Pure and Never Simple: Fawlty Thoughts

 Seldom Pure and Never Simple:                Fawlty Thoughts There’s freedom in the speaking of the truth. I know we’re not supposed to think that such A thing exists.  It’s stylishly uncouth, Post-Modernism says, to use the crutch Of common sense.  Too many minds...

Epicinian: Poetry Is a Victory if We Do Not Bastardize It

Epicinian: Poetry Is a Victory if We Do Not Bastardize It “The continuous efforts of English poets in every generation to rediscover a ‘language really used by men’ would have been incomprehensible to a[n ancient] Greek.’” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 15,...