Down Among the Poets

Success is different down here:
A botched line fixed,
A dog that loves you,
A wren that decides you’re safe.

Patronage only goes so far;
The words have to pull their own weight,
Dredge the images up from neurological pools
Before it all drowns in forgetting.

It’s a lonely business:
We talk to ourselves mostly,
If we’re lucky someone hears,
Wants to see through our eyes.

In the end there is the word;
Shaping vision into memory,
Opening summer in winter,
Understanding itself.

Down here among the poets,
One eye that sees us,
One wink of understanding,
That is success.

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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2 Responses to Down Among the Poets

  1. cote8050 says:

    I agree! nice poem, love it 🙂

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