Mike Finley Poems
A Prayer For Poets
Let a thing be what we say it is,
if a donkey is eating corn
let the donkey not be an allegory
nor the corn a corn byproduct.
Let us not despise readers
for not 'getting us'
when we did nothing to let them in,
and everything to keep them out.
Let every offering be a gift,
first from you and then from us.
Let 'Let this serve you well'
be both credo and apologia.
Do not let us fall down
the well of our awareness.
Neither let us feel special
Just because we hear music.
Lead us not into obscurity,
and deliver us from ...
Living Without Friends
You told yourself you could do this without them
If you had their help it would undo the purpose
Recused yourself from the argument at hand
And folded into quietness there
You proceeded to suffer for a time
At your hunger and your loneliness
At the nothing there that swallowed you like a bug
And weeping nights from leaving them behind