more poetry ...
Words boil in the brain,
jump down the neck
into my arms
and come out trembling
in fingers
holding the red and white pen:
At the feeder a hummingbird,
brown feathers shimmered sunlit gold,
orange neck, rapier beak,
guards at the hummingbird feeder
for three days,
fighting off darts shot
from behind big green leaves
in the apple trees.
Beautiful bully!
The old man kneels by the starlit pool
and stares intensely at dark waters.
Above him night-black cliffs brood
with the same intensity as his stare.
Like Grendel facing Beowulf's eyes
I face old age and quail in fear,
but stand my ground. No coward here!
Until, at night, my careful lies
dissolve into a private tear.
Words fall from my fingers
in a torrent, stir, jangle, mash.
form images and lines,
struggle to become more than words,
until the message is plain:
No poem will be written today.
Tom Davis
Other El Morro Area Poets...
Jack Carter-North Tom Davis
Marge Gross Sandy Rupnow
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