Thursday, December 11, 2008

From my name sake? OMG...

So here's a poem posted on Poetry Daily from one of my clan... what a trip. Not one of my favs but a hoot from a namesake, yes?

The Young
You bastards! It's all sherbet, and folly

makes you laugh like mules. Chances
dance off your wrists, each day ready,

sprites in your bones and spite not yet
swollen, not yet set. You gather handful
after miracle handful, seeing straight,

reaching the lighthouse in record time,

pockets brim with scimitar things. Now
is not a pinpoint but a sprawling realm.

Bewilderment and thrill are whip-quick

twins, carried on your backs, each vow
new to touch and each mistake a broken

biscuit. I was you. Sea robber boarding

the won galleon. Roaring trees. Machines
without levers, easy in bowel and lung.

One cartwheel over the quicksand curve
of Tuesday to Tuesday and you're gone,
summering, a ship on the farthest wave.

1 comment:

Luke said...

ahh to be young again. this poem reminds me of "you damn kids have it easy! i had to walk up a hill both ways in the the snow without shoes on!"

bad thing is, i feel like this at 27! :-D

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