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1850-2004 {Still Living}
by J. P. DaviesSleeping groggily upon this pine computer stand,
perches a small, blue engraved leather book.
whose pages are desertified a savannah amber.
Identity told in sunken letters of gold,
that read Poetry.Bryant.
This rare specimen was birthed generations ago.
Born 1850, still alive, and brooding
beside my glowing computer screen.
If William C. Bryant could see this now,
would he believe his eyes? Or shudder?
03/24/2004 Author's Note: I wonder how the author of a book I bought at a used book store in Nanaimo that was published in London would feel if he could have known his book would one day be sitting next to my computer...hmmmm
Posted on 03/25/2004
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 03/25/04 at 07:15 AM Love the concept. And interesting thought. I like getting caught up in stuff like this. It's great... ;o) ~Nita |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 03/25/04 at 02:58 PM superb. A while back I was working on the theme of letter from a late poet to a modern day one, and this is an example of a concise and moving, poignant thought on the theme, if not a letter. Mine on here was To My Blood Muse, which I'll be editing in a major way soon. |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 03/25/04 at 03:00 PM P.S. of course you have the theme of a living older poet in yours, not a dead one. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/28/04 at 10:40 PM I think he'd be pleased and flattered at the thought, believing most of us artists create partially to leave some part of us behind as proof of our existence and to share ourselves long after we've moved on. |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 03/30/04 at 06:54 AM this is just wonderful! Totally dig this. |
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