Tony Jennett Poems
|1.||Why Do I Cry By Linda K Marsh The Inspiration For 'Why You Cry'||12/10/2005|
|4.||Waiting For The Train||9/27/2005|
|6.||For Gordon 1930 - 2005||11/13/2005|
|12.||The New Cannon Fodder||12/6/2005|
|20.||A Child's View||3/14/2006|
|22.||To The Over-Tender||10/10/2005|
|23.||A Grumpy Old Man||6/3/2006|
|24.||A Muse Whispers||10/8/2005|
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I scour the cottage for signs of past presence
L ike a famished orphan at the erstwhile site
O f a long-spilled rice-sack, grubbing some essence,
V estige of sustenance. Hope gutters fitfully not quite
E xtinguished. I stroke reverently the seat-belt strap
Y ou wore in my vehicle. Your coffee-cup a Holy Grail.
O n my hearth a ghostly print, hazard-hap
U nder your leaning hand, now cold as winter's hail
A t a stranger's touch but under mine, burning
L ike the coals contained within. The wind,
W histled down by winter's inevitable ...
Not Poets, please! I beg. That's far too grand for us
Not Wordsmiths, though that is within our radius.
Tinkers rather, for we take word coins and rub them in the dirt
And shine them with its earthy power to make them bright and pert
And solder them together in ways not done before
So each one strikes another's fire and they all glow the more;
And sometimes hammer them a bit (but gently! hand of mine)
And drill and dress each syllable and push it into line.
But, so the whole should ne