Donald W. Hayward

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Donald W. Hayward wrote his first poem when he was in Third Grade and was enamored of Gracie Meyer. It was a love poem. That was enough poetry until 1966, when he started playing guitar and wrote a poem about worms. Donald took an Introduction to Poetry class at Bowling Green State University, where he communicated with the teacher, a graduate assistant, entirely through poems. He does not recall how he was graded, but he prefers to think he aced the course. Donald W. Hayward attended Kent State University, Ohio State University, and several other universities without getting a degree from any of them. He holds more than twenty US and foreign patents, mostly for plastic recycling technology. He was a member of the legendary Snooz Blues Band for over 10 years. He was twice a finalist for Ernst and Young's Entrepreneur of the Year award. After retirement, he started a company that restores vintage guitars and amplifiers (hardway-vintage.com) . He writes in his basement Fortress of Solitude, surrounded by amplifiers and vacuum tubes. He believes that poetry should cause spontaneous amplification and the presumption that music is more than just hitting all the right notes. Donald's writings can be found at his poetry blog: http: //eolon.net)

The Best Poem Of Donald W. Hayward

A Single Waterproof Match

You came to see me
When I was broken
And I thought that
I would die

You had met someone
You seemed so happy
While he waited
In the car

That was the last time
I ever saw you
But I always saw you
Everywhere

I'll tell you something
I never told you
When you were letting
Go the thread

If I come back here
I'll do it different
I won't just let the
Clouds go by

I'll be a campfire
You'll want to sit by
I'll set a match to
Fallen leaves

I'll get up early
And do the dishes
I'll pick our clothes up
Off the floor

You'll put your head down
To hear my breathing
Recall my voice
From far away

I haven't seen you
For fifty years now
And yet I still
Recall the lights

But it's not matches
Far from the river
Reflecting
In your eyes.

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