Maybe! 'for Bruce Niedt' by George HoernerPut your hands down
Retrace your steps
Taking your temper
And your chest
Through the fence
After you lift the latch
How dare you strike
Such a pose and
Crack your knuckles
All you want
That racket will
Not change my
Current draft of
The letter to
Your mother
Spare me your refrain
If you could string
Together words that
Might blend with music
By next year, come back
And maybe we will talk
Maybe!
06/17/2012
Author's Note: In responce to Bruce's recent poem useing the following words: temper, spare, refrain, trace, crack, current, blend, chest, draft, string, latch, racket, strike.
Posted on 06/17/2012 Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/20/12 at 12:35 PM your poetry never fails to hit the mark with me, George. I find your odes always to have blood and earth and shoals and salt and stars and breezes and sails and sextant coursing through them and most of all, soul. |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/04/13 at 01:30 AM Impressive use of so many words, and it makes sense. Well done. |
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