The Perfect Day
Give me just a day
Of homemade wine,
Spray-painted sunflowers,
19th century prose,
Sordid, puerile jokes,
Dried maple leaves to crush in our palms
A pale too-old sun to dance beyond
And her laughter—
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Sunday Night Poetry: Celebrations in the Ossuary, Kyle J. Knapp
The Perfect Day
Give me just a day
Of homemade wine,
Spray-painted sunflowers,
19th century prose,
Sordid, puerile jokes,
Dried maple leaves to crush in our palms
A pale too-old sun to dance beyond
And her laughter—
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You brought tears to my eyes, Patti. Thank you. (Kyle knew of your work through the BTAP collections.) This would have meant a lot to him. The poets you feature each week were many of the ones he read. He's in very fine company.
His poems brought tears to mine!
Kyle felt deeply about the world around him and like all artists worth their salt began composing lines to make some sense about it.
Patty. Thank you for posting Kyle's poetry. He would have been so honored. I am so proud to see his work published. He really was so gifted...more than I even realized. The spoken word was never enough for him to express what was on his mind and and in his heart.
It was my pleasure to talk about his lovely poetry.
Patti - What a lovely post. Thanks for sharing all of this with us. *lump in throat*
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