Blueprint
I am building a small functional heart
from all the towns in my country
from the country I used to inhabit
from the birds in that country &
the rodents the young couple
from New Orleans like to eat we
are stretching this line because we
believe in monuments & swaths
of grey because we believe in our
powers so that the small nervous
system we built to go with the heart
will fit inside the chests & skulls
of each of us
this is our wish our aspiration
our wide collective breath
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Hey, thanks Jeff!
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I love this.
Tony, you've answered your own questions about craft in this poem. Soon I'll be able to find the time & proper grammar to "write it up" as my dissertating advisor used to tell me: "Write it up!."
This is a great poem. More than a "good poem" — yup, "rooted in the earth and rendered in blood."
I challenged you to send in a "fantasy lust" poem for our Red Cross fundraiser at Cafe Cafe, a "good poem," and I would kick in more money to the pot. You wrote this instead. It's an incredible poem. Nothing to sand here. Every line is full, rich. Nothing extra; and full of "the unexpected inevitable." This is what I mean by "quarrying", *where* you get poems, how you get yourself "open" to their being. First you find the stone. First you know good quality marble, worth the effort — or play. Then you let what's in there be. However you have to do it.
Good poem!
I added my money to the rc donation in your name. (see my note at end of CC post on winners)
I also posted your poem to my site, as you know, in my ongoing series of exceptionally good poems I find out in Blogville. And, as you know, the folk at www.hellicane.blogspot.com would like you post it at their site. I hope you do. I know there are people who, desperately, need to read this.
Something beautiful & real — and beyond sincere. Real poetry. I knew you had it in you. Touché, Maestro. My compliments to the Chef.
I love it as well. Thank you for sharing.
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