Daver Austin Poet Narrative

Neighborhood

NEIGHBORHOOD

It’s much about neighborhood
The kiss?
The hug?
Your household    morning and night?
Yes!
Of course!
But!
Don’t build fences – the closeout sort
Don’t roof-out the sky
There is other life under the heavens    and beyond
There are neighborhood children yearning to be touched
          when only sleep can open things up
is “reach out” a mere spilling of words?
Is beauty to be seen only in parks and on mountain tops?

It’s much about neighborhood
The very old know about such things
They dream
In forced seclusion    they dream
And their vision    so often    about neighborhood
About the closeness    lost

Oh    it’s much about neighborhood
And the taking care thereof

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Sheri Fresonke Harper November 28, 2010 at 8:35 PM That's telling everyone, like the style and the form :)

Sara Kendrick November 27, 2010 at 11:48 AM Great one..The feeling of neighbors and neighborhoods doesn't exist like it did ..It is entirely different story now..I appreciate you stopping by my Haiku..Sara

Audrey Haick November 26, 2010 at 8:04 PM This is another special poem, Dave. A message that I hope we will all hear...We have let either fear and/or selfishness enter our hearts so everyone is minding their business forgeting that none of us can ever stand alone.. Love this too. Love, Audrey

Dr.Ram Mehta November 24, 2010 at 4:15 PM Happy thanksgiving day, daver

Diane Locksley November 24, 2010 at 1:08 PM You can't see the "fences" in my neighborhood, Daver, but they are there just the same. I wish we could find a way to bring neighbors closer together. Your poem is very inspiring. Have a happy Thanksgiving, Diane

Doris Culverhouse November 23, 2010 at 7:30 PM Enjoyed reading today... Daver have a thankful Holiday and lots of grand food.

Andrea Dietrich November 23, 2010 at 7:18 PM daver, things have changed a lot. I am sure my mom and dad felt very strongly their neighborhoods' closeness and then as a child, I felt it a little bit in MINE. but today, I feel secluded. Surrounded by neighbors but not really knowing a thing about them. this poem makes me think how nice it was when I was little and I knew a few things about my neighbors. Luv, Andrea soupmail

Dr.Ram Mehta November 23, 2010 at 12:42 PM Very very thoughtful poem on this special day of Thanksgiving, daver

Carolyn Devonshire November 23, 2010 at 8:16 AM The unity of neighborhoods is not what it used to be when I was young, Daver. People sometimes don't even speak to those who live next door. I wish everyone could "reach out" a bit more. As you say so poignantly, "Don't build fences...There is other life under the heavens." A terrific poem my friend. Thanks so much for this reminder. Love and peace, Carolyn

Carrie Richards November 23, 2010 at 7:41 AM A perfect poem to share at anytime of year, but especially brings to mind the meaning of Thanksgiving. We often look beyond our own neighbors, when the need of a smile, a hug or a handshake could be living right next door. Happy Thanksgiving dear friend!