This guitar hurts beautiful
The tune it plays is gentle:
rocking waves upon hull
I hold it to my breast
the aching wave shivers keel
and ribs enclosing heart
It makes my sternum hurt
right there, above the heart
An artery that contains
every beat seldom felt
A tune, a memory
sweetly mysterious
Here nothing approaches
Nothing moves in the reeds
near my boat, animals
lurk rapt without a breath
I feel rustle
splash
vapor
Lettre a lettre: a poem/barcarole
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Favorite poet: Steve Ganz
I’m response-less for the moment. OK. Here’s another. Could jeopardize my status. 5 syllables per line.
Row Row Row your boat
Gently down the stream
Life is but a dream
Always merrily