Modern Poet by Scott CadencePablo Neruda you speak in transparencies
your favorite shade is made by parts of the body
The song of your family collects in my mind
like the old things that come in a inherited house
After many years I will bring them down from the attic
placing them out and learning to love them as my own
Yehuda Amachi you take horsehair bows and strike down through the grit of ages till it sings sweetness once again
I feel you move my thoughts into stone hedge positions
allowing knowledge-light to shine in and the earth works as a whole
You engender a wiser kind of poet in me
showing the same fist I make in anger is also a palm welcoming with outstretched fingers
Your words beat at life like a rug against a porch distilling human dust into new directions
causing the grace of our mothers an the ethics of our fathers to up rise into the air
and the ways of both of them
loving and waring all together
into our lungs
04/21/2005 Posted on 04/21/2005 Copyright © 2024 Scott Cadence
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