Poets Who Publish and Poets Who Send
Their Poems in Love Letters to Friends
by
monkglenn@gmail.com
I read the poems of many poets, even some poet laureates
I wonder that their poems are "small" and usually have two
Small themes, a simile, or a metaphor for comparing lilies
To the deceased they planted the lily to commemorate.
I wonder that my life is so complex that my poems are love
Poems sent to lovers who secretly write back to me all
Their lives about other lovers they've had and lost,
Just as we had and lost one another.
I wonder that my topics are controversial and deal
Blows to meeker ways, sex being tremendous in valleys
And on hillsides, in the forests, in bayous, and the
Beaches where we entwined and made sublime that time.
Oh, if only that were only all it was about!
It's more than that, it's about how we got untangled
Long enough to marry, each a different angel,
And how loves longings lifelong spent our strength
Longing for some sort of song that was for us so love
Could exist in a previous life, together, as it does now
In separate lives apart, but together too, apart and together
I am wondering if I should publish my poems to you?
Their Poems in Love Letters to Friends
by
monkglenn@gmail.com
I read the poems of many poets, even some poet laureates
I wonder that their poems are "small" and usually have two
Small themes, a simile, or a metaphor for comparing lilies
To the deceased they planted the lily to commemorate.
I wonder that my life is so complex that my poems are love
Poems sent to lovers who secretly write back to me all
Their lives about other lovers they've had and lost,
Just as we had and lost one another.
I wonder that my topics are controversial and deal
Blows to meeker ways, sex being tremendous in valleys
And on hillsides, in the forests, in bayous, and the
Beaches where we entwined and made sublime that time.
Oh, if only that were only all it was about!
It's more than that, it's about how we got untangled
Long enough to marry, each a different angel,
And how loves longings lifelong spent our strength
Longing for some sort of song that was for us so love
Could exist in a previous life, together, as it does now
In separate lives apart, but together too, apart and together
I am wondering if I should publish my poems to you?