man from yesteryear

a poor man’s yarn
windswept treatises
honesty
raw’ed his bones but gave him strength
this man possessed no bucket
if owned such a tin cap–its contents would have been soil not lists
earth from the earth as planted
courageously
resolved to nurture a determined forest
this portrait
this man
a father might tell his son about
a daughter–not even a warning
honorable and intended
eyes true
thoughts lustful grey not clean (he a man)
but hands in control
for sowing of the soil
I think
in my cap
by the scarred wrought iron pot lumbering over the fire
you would have loved this man
trusted him
down to his raw’ed bones
cropped Squanto

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      • Thank you AnnMarie Your welcome AnnMarie. One of the girls I added in this book I lost touch with but there was a good story behind us she hated me in high school and I was just a nice guy. She was the one girl that would deff say no if I asked her out. I never understood why she didnt like me but in the next few years she turned 360 and then liked me defending me and talking about me to my friends.

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      • Yea from enemies to liking each other. Yea I wonder what changed her mind? People change after high school and we had mutual people we didn’t like that bothered us that led to us developing a friendship. I was always very nice to Kelsey so I am sure that eventually changed her feelings towards me,

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  1. You know, when I first read this I thought of Johnny Appleseed who is supposedly buried in my neck of the woods (we call our baseball team the “Potheads” — it’s a joke). But then I realized we’re talkin’ the “original Americans.” Anyhoo, I’m again marveling at the original phrasings here that arrest and surprise (in the best way): e.g., “raw’ed his bones,” “thoughts lustful grey,” “scarred wrought iron pot” — these are just amazing descriptors.
    Something else: your “approach” to any subject is always so incredibly novel, fresh, always makes reading your work a constantly new experience–you’re always reinventing your approach and it’s fun to see and read.

    Okay, so I’m closing with a quote from this cool book a friend gave me. I’m currently reading it (read in the car this aftie). A few words from Cochise, a Chiricahua Chief: “You must speak straight so that your words may go as sunlight into our hearts.”

    Your poetry, my dear friend, does that; you speak straight spreading sunlight.

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    • you know, DS – raw’ed his bones – popped in my head, I couldn’t tell you why, it just did – I liked it and felt it required authenticity of early ‘settling’ and I like looking at handsome Squanto here;)
      as you and I often discuss, I’m looking for ways to cut new paths into my ‘writing’ without crossing over old ones:)
      Hey, love the quote – I’m guessing the friend is a fellow tree-supporter:)
      thank you, DS for all the can-do-it kindness
      am:)

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  2. “…you would have loved this man
    trusted him
    down to his raw’ed bones”
    Oh my — powerful images here. This portrait is chiseled into the viewers soul. The lines, the eyes, the chiseled rawboned face…..the red…I’m not sure what that is — blood/ paint / symbolism — but it adds to the power of this portrait. Oh…and those eyes….yes to these lines I’ve quoted here!

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