Before Ferlinghetti
He did it before
his voice was trained in song,
singing joyfully.
He did it before
his legs were strong to run,
striding free through waving fields
of golden grass.
He did it before
his eyes could focus as to see,
searching and reaching,
to touch, feel, and experience.
He did it before
his palate was competent to savor
the sweet syrup of human
experience, tasting anyway.
He did it before
his mind had mastered
words, communication, and language.
Writing nevertheless.
He did it using
the tools of his mind and senses to
hone and sharpen perception.
He did it,
turning over the soils of reality,
to deepen the well of his being.
Before Ferlinghetti
7-8-15 b.b.
"Poets come out of your closets, open your windows,
open your doors. You have been holed-up too long.
Poets descend to the streets of the world once more
and open your minds and eyes......
Poetry is dead, long live poetry."
Populist Manifesto #1
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015
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