emergency.

I keep clocks in every room clicking. This way i can compare Yeats to meditation. Poems may

just mean that the human brain will construct stories for almost anything. And like rain

that falls on my spectacles, is not the entirety of universe's ecstatic to know that this is why

rivers are brought forth.

This is why being is Negro is so important. When someone is slain

i  hide under heavy, wooden skies. Even the sirens  can't alarm the unfelt 

cordage that belongs here. That's what I mean my dear

when my arms reached out to your arms last evening. Of the blues I will beg you

and of my Blind Lemon inability you will meet me in the heavens of those

unmappable sheets,

and take me.

Reviews

[KTizzle]

The safety of retreating into poetry....hmm interesting. I really enjoyed the first and second stanza. They made me consider how poetry does provide an escape into a surreal/ideal world that cannot be taken away.

I like how it shows the necessity of poetry while also highlighting the fact that one needs to hide in dreams. The use of poetry theme makes me think about why I write poetry and I say I write it to escape, but also to fight.

The last stanza is sad and shows a limit to the imagination of the poet.

Thought provoking write.

Thanks for posting!

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dearest love......dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

hiding in the shelter of another's arms...similar blues felt...sheets with no particular route...just the touch of skin to assuage the fears of life.

[h d e rushin]

thank you jacob for believing in me.....dana

[Beccy]

Perhaps more than most, poet's retreat to where dreams become more real than reality. It is no accident that the vast majority of words penned over the centuries have both celebrated nature and eulogised love and tolerance for one's fellow man.

There is of course, a long held belief that the written word has the power to survive, even transcend the sword. Mhh, 'Caveat emptor,' I say to that! :))

Beccy.

PS. 'When you are old,' by Yeats, is one of my favourite poems.

[h d e rushin]

love you much Beccy.....happy holidays to you and yours......dana

[Emily B]

We are at war. We have always been. It is up to the poets to lead us forward. General Rushin I am here to serve.

[h d e rushin]

we are at war dearest Emily and the poets are (as they have always been) on the front lines.....thank you for stopping by my friend....dana