Southern Smile: Patterson Gap Poetry, #5
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Patterson Gap Poetry: Book 5
Southern idiosyncrasy, sci-fi, philosophy, love, bible verse and science. These are some of the subjects treated in poems in this volume.
Sometimes personal, sometimes democratic, sometimes simple wordplay.
96 poems, lyrical and strong in cadence.
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Southern Smile - Daniel Warren
DEDICATION
To Sarah
To The Reader
Edgar Allen Poe writing as critic likened poetry to music, in that both can transport the participant to new spheres
. Further he believed that poems should be just long enough to create this effect, and that the words would afterwards evoke the sense of the poem as well.
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Walt Whitman in his preface to the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass wrote, The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters is simplicity. Nothing is better than simplicity .... nothing can make up for excess or for the lack of definiteness
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The following poems are, hopefully, just long enough to evoke a mood, hopefully creating a resonance in the mind of the reader which may be triggered by a later experience, causing a recall of the words and the sense of the words.
A Southern Smile
Chair, the room with
white walls
Come... sit down to fry.
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My body balloons with
a fever
Mother somewhere, cries...
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My man sits down to break-
fast
sits down to food-feast.
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My body longs a drink to health
longs a sad sweet sleep.
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Rest easy my man I drift
by-e
All hail your toast and jam,
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I taste your last bit of Oran-juice
Such soft shoulders in my hands.
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A flip of wrists; neck-twist,
feel sadness,
a Southern lady screams in pain.
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I’m drawn away to face the
day
looks like a sky-rain.
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All is lost my body tossed
on a cool linen sheet,
Must have been a dream my friend
One dreamed quick before I sweet-sleeped.
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It was in all the papers,
said the man,
"So fine a Southern belle,
the same morning he was
fried, God rest him –"
—he smiled—
God rest him in hell.
The Cutting
There was a flower cutting
over the sink
last morning
Drawing life
from careless spills.
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From the wasted motions
of thoughtless strangers
As with a salve
its cut was healed.
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I wonder if that
bud will blossom
or that fine mesh
of roots
will ever grow strong?
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I wonder if ever
it will offer cuttings
to some gardener
of its’ own?
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Someone’s left his fancy
there
forgot awhile
the rebirth
he was called to tend.
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I’m ashamed to leave it
without offering a prayer
that the one
who gave it purpose
comes for it again.
So why so many ... ?
The truth,
great poets teach,
is the one Golden Bough 1
So why plant so many words?
So why continue to plough?
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So why continue the harvest,
if the truth is known to man?
That good is one way in this world,
and evil the other plan.
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Why so many pages to dreams?
Why so many to visions?
Why so many devoted to imaginings,
forgotten since children?
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So why so many ... ?
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Of headless ghosts there are not a few,
and many more of serpents and dragons.
And many tales have enough of truth
to pass into folk legends.
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Of witches not quite burned at the stake,
and wizards almost but not captured.
Returning with a sweet revenge,
on a good that never hurt them.
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Of demons with great satanic powers,
take for granted their being.
But of Satan there seems to be a doubt,
so he is found not guilty.
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Of fairies and elves befriended,
and fickle gods that bring ruin or plenty.
Of good witches there can be no doubt,
but there can’t be many.
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From this as a child I was schooled,
while reason was laid aside.
A few hours to learn of life,
a lifetime to unlearn of lies.
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Then to wake ... !
in the night to a sleeping world,
and find my soul listening,
and at first to reach for the light,
and find my arm sleeping,
and curse my arm for being,
and myself for being frightened,
for the truth is known to the poets,
so why the dreams? So why the visions?
So why so many?
The Climax, is the Kill
African savannah
grassland
dark-skinned animal
the protein is in
the kill.
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Stand and stalk
for the hunter walks
to sharpen his sight
on a new way of life.
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Deadly eyes
reveal movement
of a Topi herd...
We charge in unison
separating one of their number
in confusion he springs full tilt.
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I’m frozen a moment
till automatic muscles
guide my spear deep
into his heart.
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The meat
we