Hi Randolph,
I like this piece. It reminds me of Gary Snyder's poems of his children, but
without the gooey stuffing only a parent can enjoy. And I think this comes
from the turning perspective in the second stanza and piqued by the word
'lissom' (which I had to pull out my old trusty dictionary on :-) this is
echoed in the last line, nicely set off in the colon. Nice job.
Best, Geoffrey
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From: "wildhoney" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, April 14, 2003 6:46 AM
Subject: Re: Post Dramatic Stress Disorder
> Many thanks to all who are posting poems. Keep 'em coming! I'm hoping to
> grab some time later today for some responses. Meantime, here's a short
> piece I wrote to celebrate our fifth child's, Teddy's, first steps.
>
> best
>
> Randolph
>
> Sempervivum
>
> Against entropy, inertia, every fall,
> his skeleton rises
> full of smiles
>
> our footling alpha
> or rather his
> so self-possessed, lissom,
>
> stumbling, holding his loft,
> then down, his sorrow
> sudden, a missile
>
> flung against flaw
> which he just as soon erases
> steering his listing frame
>
> once more towards the sky. Little leaf
> sing high your rising song:
> all flesh is light.
>
>
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