Daniel Brick Poems
- The Abandoned Poem I wrote a long poem for you this ...
- After The Poet's Death His poems refuse to mourn his ...
- A Degree Of Intensity When a thing appears as a degree of ...
- Walking Through Autumn September Powerlines along my path ...
- Four Taoist Poems I Scattered rocks lie beneath the ...
- The Other Daniel He has better luck with women. He ...
- Open Heart Monica spoke in her familiar soft voice, each ...
I was born in the late 1940s which makes me one of the BABY-BOOMERS. But we could also have been called PEACE-BABIES, because that's why so many of our parents wanted
to start families - a horrendous war had ended in total victory and the Great Depression had been replaced by the New Prosperity. My parents, from lower middle backgrounds, benefited from this prosperity and were truly grateful to God and Country. But peace did not last. Ultimately, the war-mongers of the century can always find a reason for violence, and I include our nation, almost continually fighting a war somewhere, in this criticism. I'm not talking about valid or invalid reasons for war but rather the brutal FACT OF... more »
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The Abandoned Poem
I wrote a long poem
for you this morning
in the pure light
of an untouched day.
The poem was marvelous!
It took two hours to write,
two hours to revise,
one hour to copy neatly.
As I read the final draft,
I felt I was in your presence:
your flesh as pure as the light,
your mind as untouched as the day.
The poem was one moment
a window through which I saw
your beauty. The next moment,
a mirror reflecting our joy.
Then a darkness that was not
nature's fell across my desk.
I dropped my pen, closed my
notebook. My ...