by David Ackley
I'd weave you
a boat of words
from all yours
warped and woofed
to easy oar
a whispered boat
hard as gut light as bone
all yours
to pick and play
crossing dark
singing still
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For--and to-- my old friend, exemplary storyteller and poet, Norman Klein.
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Great form, David. The piece carries an archetypal feel-- weaving, boat of words, whispered, crossing dark.
I like this poem.
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Thanks Sam, glad you liked it.
Thanks Jenny.
You sing in your chains like the sea.
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the perennial unbearable lightness of being...
Thanks good people, Bill and Amantine.
Beautiful.
Thanks Dianne.
Beautiful journey. *
Thanks Beate, one who knows, having led us on more than a few yourself.
Enjoyed.
Thanks Gary.