Below is the poem entitled FANFARE, A POEM FOR CALEB which was written by poet
MacMillan. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Implausibly, I took a friend to Fanfare
Books then nudged him through its doorway.
This was strange, since he wasn't really there.
Still, he kept me company. Morning rays
blessed, old bricks then revered a worn wood
floor. My companion targeted photography
so I watched him hunt for what he could
'til art caught my eye, nearly blinded me.
Though I was alone, the moment was shared.
This, the paradox of poets, this odd bond.
We crave solitude, yet solitude wears
on the very thing that lets words compile.
We met up in poetry. He dogged some Wilde
while I bagged a thin volume of Baudelaire.
*Note this is a contemporary sonnet, unmetered, kept loose and I
played with the rhyme scheme. Even the syllables are erratic.