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Path: ...!eternal-september.org!feeder3.eternal-september.org!i2pn.org!i2pn2.org!.POSTED!not-for-mail From: will.dockery@gmail.com (W.Dockery) Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems,alt.arts.poetry.comments Subject: Re: Behind the Forest / Will Dockery Date: Sun, 8 Dec 2024 07:27:30 +0000 Organization: novaBBS Message-ID: <09af816b7866dc0c2ee13c3b1df0bae2@www.novabbs.com> References: <ldcld4$gk1$2@dont-email.me> <52fa5ef2$0$61278$c3e8da3$5e5e430d@news.astraweb.com> <31b8c299-14ff-4530-92af-8ebeaf5c950b@googlegroups.com> <ncc7kn$4bf$1@dont-email.me> <qoubfa$34a$1@dont-email.me> <51d88f47696775532ef9dac42975d2f0@news.novabbs.com> <5ec17e9ef8cb49f2ed1996092ebdc666@news.novabbs.com> <9bc931550f74a783d02e1c662514dbf3@news.novabbs.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=utf-8; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Injection-Info: i2pn2.org; logging-data="1827754"; mail-complaints-to="usenet@i2pn2.org"; posting-account="Vf9CM7g99yqfGvzEHTw0bhrjcIfvzYBBhUuRma0rLuQ"; User-Agent: Rocksolid Light X-Rslight-Posting-User: acd0b3e3614eaa6f47211734e4cbca3bfd42bebc X-Rslight-Site: $2y$10$gsiXIWrAwVyn1iStK47z1.iYQmM4lXCWRj5F0lOPJ1Spxef6OdPY2 X-Spam-Checker-Version: SpamAssassin 4.0.0 Bytes: 2727 Lines: 63 General-Zod wrote: > >> Will Dockery wrote: >>> >>>> Behind The Forest. > >>>> Under the tent >>>> can't describe this light. >>>> Under the black base >>>> are blue and red shadows. >>>> The ink glistens >>>> silvery like tiny mercury. > >>>> Working to purity >>>> music and words and sweat. >>>> No tears. >>>> Forget tommorow. >>>> Let go the problems in time. > >>>> Sun bleached cure >>>> the addiction does not hold me >>>> as the drugs >>>> human drugs >>>> create the sound. >>>> Saint Augustine night >>>> moon mother smiles. > >>>> Catch the flow >>>> it may never be back again, though possible. >>>> Poetic form disintegrates >>>> quit cold turkey, >>>> so I can find what I have lost. >>>> Termite stars shine on the oldest city. > >>>> The fascist doctors >>>> are no match for the >>>> old man with beads. >>>> Double digeridoo warble >>>> aboriginal soul hum. >>>> Sweat, blue meets red. >>>> Let it drop for peace of mind. > >>>> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes >>>> through the breeze... >>>> words about money float by. >>>> Hope springs eternal >>>> as long as the well ain't dry. > >>>> -Will Dockery > >>>> ---------------------------------------------- > >>> One of the poems in the Saint Augustine Blues series. > >>> As always, comments and critique are welcome. > >> > > >> Outstanding poetry, Doc.... Good morning and thanks again for reading and commenting. 😏