Justice Putnam

Rookie (26 March 1955 / Eugene, Oregon)

Not Saints But Men - Poem by Justice Putnam

Swaying uselessly
In the loose wind
Floating in
Finite expectancy
Of summer without end

To have a great gift
And not know it

To only fantasize
And not actualize
Except on passion
For passion's sake

Caught in spidery entanglement
Of esoteric intrigue
While flowing in consciousness
Of personal design

(Blue River, Oregon 1978)

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 25, 2010

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