On reading the “Lives of the Poets” by Michael Schmidt
And now its done! Five months read!
This book is batoning in my head.
Its eleven o'clock AM and hot as hell, even
the breeze, billowing nets through the sliding
screen adds sweat, cuts me down to size.
I will needs again to skinny, gangly truths.
Re-read and add new poems, poets.
Refer to slanted views and write anew, cool
commandments. Do now only what I'm unable to.
Amongst my own- The Schoolyard Scribblers, The
Whitehouse Poets, pretence and all Obhéal, some
poets I've heard truths recite, there is a beginning.
A working towards an end.
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Author's Note
not published Written this morning 15th may 2010. Obhéal (Irish word - means 'from the mouth' is a poetry open-mike group in Cork.
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I like this poem, Donal. This line esp "Its eleven o'clock AM and hot as hell, even
the breeze, billowing nets through the sliding
screen adds sweat, cuts me down to size." and "skinny gangly truths" Really good stuff.
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Thank you Myra.
I like the energy in this poem, the willingness to draw in the reader and let us enter your world and mind for a while
Good piece. I like the form here.
Thank you both - Susan and Sam
"...hot as hell," haha. Its obvious that you wrote this in the Philippines.
Nice job.