Jonathan Bartlett Poems

A bird, sitting on a treetop, creates a quiet song
about pride, and love, and dreams.
The bird's song is beautiful.
It has worked on the song for days, weeks
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A poem does not begin turbulent
nor harsh, not hateful, nor horrible.
It does not start with a bang.
No, none of these are for a poem's beginning
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Where is he now?
Him who fell away.
Him who noticed the shrieking of boys.
Silent, he watched, unbelieving,
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