Above Dead Oak Creek A.M.
21st Century
Strained to catch the view
Of a morning
That preceded all of this
All of this new history
We now endure.
Sister anxiety.
Refuse to turn-off though
The soundtrack of my own,
Familiar root it is
That calls my name again
Resting me under flora here
Above creek
Before all of this
Turned my head,
Forced me to shelter
Children eyes and vantage
Hidden bloom.
I want to walk a wideness
Strain rewarded soon
Out in the open--
This open.
No one can tell me how
To compose yet
To oppose or support
Simply by virtue
Of poet-ish endeavor.
My creed alone
I just prevail
That's all,
Prevail.
Was that my name I heard
In falling rain
That turned stoney
Out by the new fence?
DayPoems Poem No. 2356
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2356.html">Above Dead Oak Creek A.M. by L. Ward Abel</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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