Giving myself up
to the day
to the naked oak tree
outside this window
to the fading light
of sixty some odd years
ah – that oh so
reliable everyday of light
and giving myself up
to love and poetry
and a little girl again
and a woman
warm in bed
warm at heart
and soul
giving myself up
to life
moment
by moment
bite by bite.
J.E. Dorsey – aka Doug Claybourne - 02.03.13
Copyright © 2013. Doug Claybourne All Rights Reserved.
Inspired by Amma Napier and Mark Strand "Poems not only demand
patience, they demand a kind of surrender. You must give yourself up to
them. This is the real food for a poet: other poems, not meat loaf." Mark Strand
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