A TokenA Poem by David P. Eckert poem about poetry and poets A Token
What can I offer but the calm after storms? A tiny token to contend with your rainbow smile Your dark hair exploding out from your head Like a still shot of volcanic eruption How can I compete?
I am the competence of long repetition Marching forward in rain, snow, heat Executing the game plan Pizazz of youth worn away Like a new car shine in a dust storm.
You choose words with a magician’s ears As if your thoughts come aborning Fully formed, massive Irresistible To the dulling soil of age
I want to drink your elixir Find the fresh metal beneath a tarnished life Till words flow across my lips Like the first green thing Reaching for the Sun in Spring.
2013 October David P. Eckert © 2013 David P. Eckert |
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Added on October 2, 2013 Last Updated on October 2, 2013 Author
David P. EckertRoslyn Heights, NYAboutPsychologist, Writer, Painter, Father of 2, Grandpa of 2 cute, smart and beautiful little girls, Husband, Keeper of Dogs, Fish and Fruit Trees and generally Busy Guy. more..Writing
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