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Ode To Neruda

by Jennifer L Banks

He came along, quite by surprise
Of windblown hair and chocolate eyes
He quoted "Love" and "Ode to Wine"
Reminding me of your words; spiritually benign
I was a teen when I first grabbed this tattered book
Glancing at passages, spellbound in my tepid nook
I wiled the days away under the amber sun back then
Reading faithfully in this quiet summer field like Zen.
As time and others rushed by I lazily squandered
Philosophized, daydreamed, hoped, planned and pondered
Somehow in some top shelf, I put you away with the rest
Forgot you, my dusty poet, wandering to another quest
Of work and adulthood, of business and life
Forgoing my dreams and living as a forgotten wife.
Eventually my world changed topsy turvy once more
And I found myself wandering into a dim cafe door
I swallowed Ginsberg, Whitman, Cummings and Rich
With each sip of mutant coffee at a dive called The Kitsch
Yet here and now in lightning quick electronic passion,
along came a complex river gent, of earthy fashion,
Reminding me of what once Pablo taught me
And here my old friend, you quietly sought me
To savor your intoxicating words once again.
and sit along the sunlit summer shore like Zen
To sit by lyrical streams and rivers wide
and feel your thoughtful words touch deep inside.
For fiery passion lies in your Tinta Verde ink
To spring forth a heart, and to ponder and think.
To read again "Cats Dream" and "A Song of Despair"
Then "I Crave, your Mouth, your Voice, your Hair"
Rub Chilean soil into the palms of my hands
Wishing to wander in the spirit of foreign lands
Oh Pablo, as I read again your poetic words spun
As it is I who is "The Weary One"


Posted on 08/09/2005
Copyright © 2020 Jennifer L Banks

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